In a state of anomie
You look for order...

Were you sleeping on duty?
Who - me...

I have no money in my pocket
See me separated from the world...

As little children
At the block rosary we sang...

Pen,
You intrigue me...

I am a king, do not tell me;
I am Eze Onyeagwalam...

My struggle is to be a man
In every respect...

When I build castles in the air
I do not use cement...

Poverty is not a calling,
Even if the priests think it is...

Here in my house
I make a space for my God...

In the evening I loll,
Sitting down on a tortured fork...

It is middle May
And the sky is in a mood...