Article ' Logo Benz ( WORLD OF NO PANT)

My pen needs not to dance and lance on paper, neither do I need to put my voice on paper, I just want to lob into the unseen air, some bombastic words to halt and demur against the lugubriously, ludicrous and repugnant slogan spreading round the spherical world of ours.

Post investigation I found out that not just the country is on a precipice of pocalypic crepsule, I think her offsprings are also in the hole of abyssopelagic.

These young lads and lasses lay complaints in the wind about the debilitating psychiatric act of the rulers why the ruled are anathematous disdains of the citizenry.  No one to curb the odoriferous excesses of this Machiavellian and Mephistophelean slogan, diffusing on our loaves of bread.

I am maniacally bewildered in this Davy Jones locker of quagmire, swimming in its pestilential aqua, beseeching for an oasis.

I will lay little blame on the government and more blames on his citizens especially the lads scaring our future lasses.

These young lads want to vehemently live in a Mephistophelean, using the undies of our females.  These young cabals never want to  buckle the lace of their efforts nor do they want to live by the seam of their pants but by cloaks and dagger jobs, having skeletons  in their cupboards.
Do they think it will last forever, I quizzed?

In the hilarious circle our girls are now working and walking pantless since the compos mentis homo sapien with their panties are causing bugaboo in their lives.

Before I envelope the page and raise the painful pen to heaven, I will thrust the government to curb out this hokum character and deal mercilessly with whoever is caught in the bally hoo manner. Beating out the spirit and desire of Benz in them, replacing it with the spirit of contentment for whoever continues like this will fail the rendezvous  empyrean paradisiac journey.

Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare.
(Paciolo Pen Saint).