Categories
POETRY

THE CONTORTED MIND

He saw me as an easy game
One he could tame
…with a lame excuse for fame
That easy and unassuming “dame”
“Major domo” didn’t know my alter ego’s name

II
He chose his weapon thinking it great
…alcohol to kill my senses
…to turn me into an animal to mate
If only his eyes could see through my history’s lenses
He would’ve jumped over his dubious fences
And never attempt to pass through my naughty gate

III
After several bottles were conquered without an effect
Akowiah resorted to ill tactics
…thinking drugs could help with the knockout tactics
…and hold my senses to affect
…me through his genius antics
I saw through his vulture’s wings
And excused myself to shed the stings
…of the alcoholics

IV
He, looking tipsy to a fault
I swapped the glasses before a commotion’s hault
He looked on with a triumphant gaze
As I drank his “poison” and gulped down his drink with an obvious craze
A minute into what seems like a long hour
He started shouting for a shower
Then he fell in a comic sleep
I paid the tender and asked him to, the change, keep
Called his friend and left him in the sofa
…as his friend rushed over

V
That is how Akowiah got to know
…I was neither his size nor foe
When it comes to drinking
His ego might have affected his thinking
He never spoke a word to me till date
And I’ve never cared even for his greeting
I’ve been his boss at every chanced meeting
One who schools him
…that football bounces back after hitting well built walls
…and chases after its thrower
I keep thinking how right it’d have been
…if a backdoor lover chanced upon his state
…with the same mindset as his
…to lust on overpowering him just for fun and power
A funny funny story…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 28, 2020

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. :)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s