Kola and cowries and water and seats
Fight against our moving beats
A little for one
A call to many
Culture cheats as misers feed
II
If all buttocks that seats do carry
Treat it well to make it swell
Its dirt would diminish as its bones get cover
But ‘adjeiii’ its creaks
Sing in freaks
As bad air baths
Into a dirty old rust
Oh soilings are salts to its injuries unseen
Culture ties goodness just like goats
On its custom tree
III
Whose stomach claims a full harvest
On this worried decorous land?
Whose mouth owns a full load
In this jolly comic trek?
Whose party floods no buzzing flies?
Oh goats of the land
Tied by pastoring laws
Quench your flaws
To tend to your sores
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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