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Shit Lit

by Benson Eluma

Traffic in truth and troth,

Truck in wares of scorn and porn—

Hearts we wear out on walls

As into holes our fundaments wail.

All around the cubicles, scribes

Set dicta and maxims and theorems; lovers

Mark down daggers of ardency and loss.

Occurs Eka, Queen of Contortions,

14½ times in drawing and in text,

The mildest: A horde of ghosts’ll eat up

The dirty panties in your hamper tonight,

 A promise not a threat—Love, Beni and the boys.

Occurs, of course, a quorum of nonce words.

But I won’t cite the regulation breviary,

The odd horoscope and your oriki,

I won’t mention the gullies of self- and other-hate

Debouching into larger channels of trivia.

Only this: Just as this way and that it twists Eka’s limbs,

No less the wrestler is Shit Lit when

It tackles Zik and Awo, the world food crisis

Or god and Satan the Great.

The maddest dips his man-tool in his fiery pastel

And streaks Doxology to the Most Merciful High

                                                                        Alleluia!

The wisest proves by long mathematics s = VD2,

Shitory is always distorted by the victors, QED.

 

Anybody Who Writes On This Wailing Wall            Ab initio, the land was flowing with milk

Is A Fool!                                                                      but no honeymoon, only petrol for bonfire.

Sah wat yu are, u jst writ on ths ya             what’s the etymology of agbari ojuku?

wallin wail?       Rabelais wuz ere, 1998       Stop washing your prick in the sink!

Balo, omo ole ni baba e.   The HOD can’t speak a word of English.      Na ITK go kill you, mumu.

The name is Jason bourne                       I come from the ghetto

iam hora adest ut vomeam.                                         Only Jah knows tomorrow

Furcifera, show some respect for Hilaire.    Lakukulala           Wetin you chop shit remain?

Of the sucking of boobs there shall be no end, Selah                                                                                                                                                                         © Shitrature                         Go and write it down in black and white, there is         king of lost boys wuz ere               Yeye dey smell.             aluta in heaven.

No water to flush shit.            Fifth columnists,you’re all in cahoots with the     VC! 

 Good Bad boy deserves fuck food everyday           handsomity is not everything, totohead!       

There is no aluta in heaven, period.        Abacha is the Visitor.       www.wildblacksex.com

Before the time of cords and scourges and lamentation…                        OVERTAKE DON OVERTAKE OVERTAKE

God is watchin, He will destroy this generation. IJN     

God is not in this dirty KDL toilet.  loose cannon wuz here        the man died

Benson Eluma