Play him for a fool
Like a swarm of bees
Sting by sting, he'll pierce his dagger
through your core.
When he is done, you'll be a pile of stones
Like a building razed to the ground.
He's Radioactive, Boom!
The beautiful elephant in the room
A mix of nothingness and disgrace
If you've got the guts you could lace his shoes
You are sure to trigger Stark denials
And a bath of wounds.
He's unstable ruffled by anxiety
The lives of his victim's in dubiety.
The intimidation that empties them
Handpicked by an endless nightmare
The Devil itself!
POET: Babatunde Modupe.
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