I would still be riding on my camel
Rearing cattles along with Dezibel
But I saw the fire works at the chapel
calling me, as people pray with an angel

It was the sound of an inflated balloon
When the roasted oil fell on my rima oris, so boon
I vigorously surf for him; dealer of words tycoon
He was made in Ogun, but with his twin in Lagoon

The light of the arena, where writers connect
He built a home, where all pens disect
The born of Shakespeare, your ways I elect
Your adages are injection that set brains erect

Today is your day, I don’t know what to give
But for your love in my heart, my sister will forgive
I’m thankful you’re single, but not single you’ll live
I tie you with sweetheart, her lipstick is captive

To live like a legend, don’t play away today
For days are to come, when no more you will hay
The deeds of today, the friends of Monday
Your word is the guide, for generations to come -way-

Aswagaawy my man, the lord of the pen
The toothpick that walks like a man into the den
Your name shall be praised on earth and on Ben
Your future shall not break like a Zero on a Ten

*©|braheem {Broken Pen}™*
*Legend Of The Month*
*Aswagaawy The Boss*
*Live Long, Live On.*