By Sam Ogabidu
Caught in the app
The lying art
He had mastered
With a sense of craft
And practice
He loomed viral now
Like a scandal on insta
Grammed in the pun
Of words he failed to fun
And fund his way from
The gaffe that should
Consume the timber
Of his caliber
Even as he prattles
Praying for bigger goofs
From the goof men in power
To consume his own
So he can return to his winning days
Of ease and pleasure
Obot son of Akpabio
The one who sent prayers
Oiled in the anointed tone
Of a money alert
In the inbox of his colleagues
In the sin ate house
Of the horribles
Is the man with the gavel
The hammer to nail in
The unreason that governs us