THE WES GOODMANS ON DISPLAY

We know some of you play see saw
Shovering and shivering and twerking and jerking
…to your vile display’s core
You’re on your own joking

II
You create stages to act dzatarically tough
When under dark clouds you’re meows who love it rough
As some go through your back doors
…to play you on their floors
Oh some bite you hard to gift you horrid sores
…as you beg to be taken on all fours
Since the eyes of your walls are shut to telling on your home chores
And the mouth of your doors are barred right to their jaws
You act king of wisdom
…and claim to protect a lawful kingdom

III
Oh Ye Wes Goodmans on display
Your source’s career is now in decay
After day fell on his hawking embarrassment
As darkness pierced him with just abandonment
So continue to dance to the chance of the dunce
…who thinks going hard on double lifing, will his life enhance
Only to end in a ditch
…hounded by his built bitch

IV
The cotton hiding beneath your shirts
Will be lighted by matches of your flirts
And open eyes to your double trouble
…to burst your despicable bubble
Ignoramuses cheering you on
…will then you shun
Making you see hypocrisy has a price
…that none swerves, not even with the help of Christ
Just so you know
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 25, 2021