THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 43
Curtain call at dusk, to extol all
Whose hands kissed no flaw fall
But took in the clarion call
To egress gold from an inept inutile hole.
From Thence, a role call role
For those whose hands and works is roped
Cursed already by saviour’s strength
To drift to and fro like parasitic pest.
Pecking poking a fallowed nest
To turn a Canaan land.
All for a rossy figment, to band
The quest for a better land
Aging at the born of eventide,
Has your hands left a mouthful tide?
What gimlet shall dance at eventide?
When all stand for Curtain call?
Dry is the Virgin land and hall
Who needs a touch from your all.
A little sunshine, a little rain,
Make all blossom with prolific gain
Gifted hands on quiescent Virgin train
To buy curtain call all health
For glutton is the throat that spelt wealth
Tight your belt to hit the wealth.
Curtain call at dawn
through the valley and beyond
with wizard wand,
Curtain call as the light went off
as it huff,
Little,little,little as it went off.
Whistle with hatred on the dance floor
with worldly words as chore,
Aesthetic costume were wore
with glittering gold,
Both young and old,
Curtain call behold.
Curtain call like a tempest swept over the island,
In a wonderland,
Set in beautiful background,
Curtain call we hope
as it drop with rope,
Curtain call as the dark elope.
Curtain call as it was cold,
Behold;it was told,
Curtain call as all hands were hold,
Curtain call as they bow
as the crowd was like wow!
Curtain call as the show ended in kowtow.
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