CONFESSION OF A GANGSTA: Arthur Iwuala

 CONFESSION OF A GANGSTA

```I have a confession to make,
Should I CONFESS or COME FIRST?
I have a long TAIL with a TALE,
I wish witches withheld me with wicked weeds,

Trousers stacked down near ankles,
Long lashed lengthy tatoos,
Sleeve folded up till humerus,
I caused angels and termed them as taboos,
My lips darker than an asphalt,
With dreadlocks like a vulture's nest,
I felt I could turn seeds to forest,
My hobby included bullying,
Holding prayer meetings with long chain smokers,
I joined the league of skeletons and "red tied bones ",
The tournament of death,
The ground sucked blood anytime we smirked,
Trigger happy,
Bridegroom of death,
Libel of darkness,
Seekers of the serpent edge,
Twerkers of the devil's pride,

I felt I was on top,
Tearing HYMEN with HIGH MEN,
All parts of my body emitted death,
Suffering from the influenza of world wreck,
I made casket a daily bid,
I was DOGGED with a DOG HEAD,

A weapon I was created,
A lethal demon I became,
Twisted line of destiny,
With dark veil tied round my soul,
Darkness romanced me,
And caressed my solitude,
I wish I had comfort,
But it was so little,

Then I cried for dead ants,
Performed funerals for mosquitoes,
But now,I've turned the usher of the grave,
I've turned the cloud with my loud claps,
I wish the clock would crawl back,
Now I have to face the fake faith of faith,```

© *Arthur Iwuala*
       *Mr Proboscis*