How is your belly?
And lest I forget Betty.
Please forget those babies
On Mark Zuckerberg playground
They don’t know how you suffered.
You that after your father left the country.
You had no one.
You were forced to eat just two cow legs,
sorry about the Bugatti that its mirror broke.
And the increased constituency fund.
Which is exceedingly hard to share.
My deepest condolences.
Just one thing.
BIKO, GO AND DIE FOR OUR SAKE.
Or else those Twitter geng will give you heart attack.