As I look through this glass of ridiculousness
And chuckle through this surprise of your shamelessness
I’m left with no words to describe your kind

Your ego sits on the highest stool of your king
Thanks to your born feathers of riches
So you call that sweet soul –
…your dog
And call those skilled hands-
…your foot mat
Now you want to employ me as what?
…your decorative cup?
And you pride at your bargain?

Take off your feathers of wealth
…one at a time
And get into the clothes of your dog
If you’re able to contain even three feet
…in your foot mat’s stead
I will consider you
…a germinating human bean
…oh you were expecting a being?

If you’re born on an anthill
…treat not those who need to dig clay
…as your fooling tools
They’ll live way better
…in thrills
…in awesomeness
…in do-it-your-selfness
If they so wish
So use your wealth to buy some manners
From the store of common sense
You nyansazeroist!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 5, 2019

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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