By Professor Vakunta
Concoction and machination,
Come rain,come shine,
All to no avail,
Foiled coup of sorts.
The duo hail from
The Heart of Darkness.
One from Yorubaland,
The other from Meukohland.
In Indianaland,
Two she devils locked horns,
Bedfellows well met,
Notorious offspring of Lucifer.
One black like charcoal,
The other banana skinned,
Both intent on playing femmes fatales,
At the expense of PWV.
The evil that Amazons concoct,
Bears fruit with offspring—
Abortive matrimonies,
Sterile wombs inept for procreation.
By fiendish mantras they operate,
The end justifies the means.
Tobasi, megan and sorcery.
Bang! Boomerang!Aborted coup!
Wrestling with Beelzebub
Amounts to a herculean task.
Sole efficacious armor against evil,
Is intimate communion with God.
God fished PWV out of an abyss,
He retrieved him from murky waters,
And set him on a Rock of all Ages,
To the chagrin of foes and faux amis.
© Vakunta 2020
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