MEN WHO CRY OVER CONSTIPATION

Men who cry over constipation
But look down on life pots
As unfit kings do their dirty subjects
You are like lost pigs in poisonous filth

II
Men who weep over constipation
Sleeping with their rear worshipping the sky
Begging air for some cool relief
Yet thinking they have power over life’s links of continuity
Are like cowards hiding at the sight of cats
While bullying lionesses in societal handcuffs
Isn’t it funny?

III
Men who wail over little rear tearing
Yet act demigods over the gates of generations
Are like naught who seek to be bought
With the currency of disgust
Tiredly earned through sweats of anger

IV
Try it
Try cutting your anuses with twelve blades at once
Try it!
Try cutting your abdomen slowly
With ten blades at once for at least hours of eight
Just try it!
Try overeating for days of three and carrying the load
With no relief medications
Those are but leniency in the nine moons travel
So learn to respect
Yes, learn to respect
At least the pot that blasted
To push you here
And its clone-like family
For it gave you everything you enjoy here
Here –
…where you disgustingly reign
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 26, 2019