Tit-for-tat,
No, tat-for-boom,
No, boom-for-doom...
The measure you give,
The gbosa you invite
At the closing
Your teeth rattling like
The anger in your soul,
Terror-for-terror;
Hell hath no fury like an enemy
Not fed fully with disaster
Tit-for-tat,
No, tat-for-boom,
No, boom-for-doom...
The exploding pods of death telling
The story, how long, how terrible
Hatred hath gathered in the militant skies
My tat for your tit only
The normal handshake
In a symbolic exchange of fears;
My doom for your tit a tough statement
About NEVER
Never give
Never receive;
Never dare
A perfect gbosa!
-- Obododimma Oha
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