THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 51
GOLD ON THE PIG’S NOSE
Here is a gold in the pigs nose,
But unfortified eyes couldn’t see,
Letting the precious pig fall into the sea,
But here we are lacking,
Yet we kept nagging.
The breath of life cast in his soul like a shadow,
So senseless with no goal,
Exchanging the trade of his poverty,
Is just like a gold in the pig nose,
Sniffing the beauty of life but can never sniffle it rose.
The very house with many to store
But prodigal son on his tour
The treasure of SANGO,
And OGUN everywhere you go.
Only but time is needed to veer
It’s stupidity, you will fear.
Pig come nearer my abode,
Be my timeless friend for old,
Stay here for peace is around
For my courage odds
I promise to tell you my house code
To leave together in hot and cold.
Out of the salacious village “key-age”,
I brought this cute damsel to taste the city page.
Spending treasures to slaughter her malodorous scent,
Deeming it fit to renew her filthy vague paint.
Death of her filthiness sponsoring her greatness.
Her beauty, now drenched with faultlessness.
Poor misunderstood cretin
Was enjoying the dig around the tin
Till the noose was thrown round its neck
Wondered, what the heck?
Why the added ornament to my beauty?
Why the floss about my gilt?
See gold with the pig,
The lazy ones now eating fat and big,
Yet those workers find it hard to eat,
Never know when their tracks will make an hit.
But the useless ones now abide in abundant, and
we shall never allow it to remain like that.
Bathed and clothed in luxury,
Like the best parked in lorry.
But of what use?
Your way you’ll find back to ooze.
For the value you know not.
Been beautified hot.
All that saw it at night were mourning
for it was Looking shining in the morning.
Prestigious substance given to pig
To beautify and make it feels big
Gold is too heavy for it to handle
it values not a golden light to shine or a candle.
on the street did you dangle the two oranges at your chest
with the ball beneath your waist walking from east to west
your cleavage was the movie guy saw on the street
as you are ‘rading’ around in nudity.
yet, I insisted to marry you with your filthiness
but, you won’t stop sleeping with strangers on our mattress.
All insane pig
for what you pick
more insane old ogre
for your gold you augur
dancing elated within your pen
has the gold gotten to your brain
D STUPENDOUS PEN
Gone ‘re the days when I gladly covet
My barbaric dad’s encumbered asset.
The leftover chickens many craved for
‘Re stealthily stepped on the pitied floor.
We gyrate like there is no tomorrow,
Mocking the guys who push the wheelbarrow.
Of all mammals, why pig,
This very treasure did pick?
Where the gold attached is obdurate,
And regard it less-fortunate.
As it digs around in dirt
Without cognisance of having the gold vet.
The pain and gain of losing,
Variety of life difference and suffering ,
The insane path of the discrete generation,
The bad we do isn’t in our inspiration
undoubtedly insane, sanity upon vanity,
Variety of life difference and upon vanity .
D STUPENDOUS PEN
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