If the goat could swallow lust
It wouldn’t have to go through the
Pain of castration
Feeling bloated and empty
In preparation for its meat metamorphorsis
II
If the cat could stop stealing
It wouldn’t have to go through
The pain of mewing at the painful canes
Whenever theft walks in
And out of the kitchen
III
Knowing you must equip you
To act the part of your demonic tamings.
The sinking patched ship which harbours
An equipped carpenter
Nurses some percentage of hope.
Discipline is success’ positive dope
I know, take life’s cue
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
