PERK FOR YOUR JERKHOOD

Daily dials of discipline
Drowsy don’ts of decorum
Distance drowns of disrespect
Daring draws of darling

II
I fence myself with my discipline
…to protect my conscience which I thrive on
One of them-
…never touching what can’t be mine
…in love
So I cross not that fence
…let alone jump it
To safeguard my few hours of sleep
…and purify my thoughts
I’m not about to break that now

III
There is no way you can get me
Because power entices me not
Fame attracts me not
Money defines me not
Certainly validation pushes me not
I live
…satisfied with me and my efforts’ harvest
I live
…loving my life and my conscious impact
I live
…for the humbles not the power drunk dummies
I sleep on the ground
…why will I fear a fall?

IV
So work with me or be done with me
Mentor me or put a dent on me
Humour me or write me off as rude
I satisfy my soul without looking at stain-filled others
I feed my spirit never thinking about amorous needs
Because I want my heart to hail my head
And I want my soul to hold my spirit
I want my body to die in smiles
Knowing materials never dotted its fine lines
And greed never soiled its piety
This is my perk for your jerkhood
Take it or work your mood
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 23, 2020