From the alluring arms of Avuvu
I shoot my semen
Into the womb of the web,
The World Wide Web.
I beget babies,
Their cots armoured with amulets
To keep at bay
The angers of anopheles,
The pranks of politicians,
Patricians
And pulpit pranksters.
I play peek-a-boo.
I listen to boos from rallies,
From congregations,
Boos from palaces.
I play peek-a-boo again.
I pander
To the transgression of timidity.
