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