The Lion met Luckins | Tolu’ Akinyemi | Poetry

I once looked beaten.

Damn! I was thrice lucky.

Serve me three apples for breakfast

and some snakes for dinner.

A life of iffiness was lurking.

Until the Lion met Luckins!

The cubs are screaming:

We are descendants of Lion king, the immigrant poet.

Kirsten is a synonym for poetry!

Permit me to spit the bars and some spoken word that rhymes.

She spread her smile so Diverse.

Scratch Tyne. ARC. Scratch that.

Your exit makes it all surreal.

We will meet at the roundabout

where poetry merges into the junction

that leads to spoken word street.

© Tolu’ A. Akinyemi 

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