POETRY FOR U Gh

And they chant, "hallelujah we are the messiah, We are the saints of the redemption, Hallelujah". Skunks they are . Skunks they are called in disassociation,With each running to free his nose from the reak.Hahaha, Mama Africa suddenly stinks, With her own skunks. Hahaha, Who will save her ? The saints in disarray,   And the sages observant; hallelujah. Reaking of their spoiled loot, Looking for a scape goat to erskine hallelujah. Mumble - jumbo a satire. Hahahah!!!

Once a time in Paint    Came in the saints       Singing songs        Of holiness For the red cup        In Paint. Pomp was word    Of the day   In sermons.    Sages, lay,        Danced    To their tune, Anticipating      Manner.          But  Wolfs in sheep Clothing they    Were. And       O Paint! What a plight?      O mine!   No sooner was the         crowning Than, they  Joining the train  Of whopping thieves.