They used to come in cat forms
…burying their wastes to kill distrust in their trusting
Now they live like goats
…caring not where their fecal balls scatter
Why is their world growing to crude through rudeness
…and forgetting the polite in the politics?
The “e” surely shouldn’t have hidden in the riding
Oh political pawn stars!
Things are knocking things

We see them clothed fully
…until they mount
Then we see the legs they pair
…through their kissing
Then we see the hands pushing their bodies
…through their positional filling
…and contractual undressing
Popping open our mouths
…till they get dirty as all the flies of regrets
…stain our tongues
Oh political pawn stars!
Things are knocking things

How they act sheep
…and graduate to lions
How they begin with bowing
…and graduate to demanding walking knees
How they begin with whispers
…and graduate to impudential blow offs
Zip the decency out of leniency
Oh political pawn stars
Things are knocking things

When will they grow a constant?
When will the scary change wheel mill in a refreshing candidness?
When will their saids be their dos
…to stop the painful oows
…from anticipating throats?
Oh political pawn stars!
Things are knocking things
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 19, 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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