Jesse Ojuka

How many cigarettes does it take to make a pie
And how come these days the humans call small humans kids
And think if we give them pancake and ink
They can’t see us lying through our salaries
Cheers the milk
And the spanner that used me to give himself a twist
Fair play to the seagulls that keep the streets clean
It’s been a while since we jumped in a bog
Come on, lets float
For a hug