I am a poet: I know how
To send the Word on an errand
Yes, I am a poet: I know how
To send the Word on an errand
Ideas come tumbling forth
Like bailiffs with an urgent warrant
Do you grieve every day
For your lack of money
Asking, grieve every day
For your lack of money?
Ask those who have it in bountiful excess
The answer you get may be far from sunny
Value what you have
Decrease what you crave
Say, value what you have
Decrease what you crave
For desire without a limit
Is the sure way to an early grave
I long for a name which needs
No title to proclaim its worth
Say, I long for a name that needs
No title to proclaim its worth
Like the legendary Kiribojo* who
Plants friendly footprints across the earth
Money which stays too long
In the vault will spend itself
Hear? Money which stays too long
In the vault will spend itself
Foul fortune struts like a tipsy masquerade
Then vanishes one night like sparkless elf
*A powerful, all-domain spirit in Egungun cult
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