My generation ate their cake and still want to have it.
Hypocritic Adams & Eves.

Empty ego in an empty bottle
Fueled by cultures and societies
It is not making sense if it is not making money

So, they are now fraudsters

She wants equal opportunities
Yet hates equal responsibilities.

He wants her to go on 360 degree on his muscular pen.
Yet calls her Olosho

What should we call him?
Olokho!

All men as scum
In peace, they don't cum

She wants to orgasms one million times daily
Yet still complains of poverty

A man doesn't beat a woman
So they say
Yet she knocks his testes with a sledge hammer.

Yes a man doesn't beat a woman
An animal only can beat an animal.
A beast for a beast

So who are you?

He that can't cook
Still complains food has no salt.
A coward that can't speak up takes woman as a slave.

Whose fault is it?

Make them a queen and you become a slave.
Make them a king and you become a maid.
No one wants to reach a compromise.

Queen-slave and king-maid.

That is a compromise.
They are now all scared.

Relationship is short
Togetherness is brutish
Everything is nasty

I have no pity for myself
But for the generation unborn
For we are getting back to the state of nature

Where everything is brutish, nasty and short.

-- Ayobami Ogundiran (superstr)