THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 51
GOLD ON THE PIG’S NOSE
We left our father’s farming,
For work of foreign,
Oh see the gold in the pig’s nose,
Oh no we are fumigating this rose,
What shall we do,
If we loose it we shall bear the consequences at time due.
Flabbergasted thought of man,
Watching another man’s success but he himself as ever strand,
The aim of success takes hard work,manner and discipline,
But he casts the value of time away,rubbed up as he lean,
You can’t eat your cake and have it again,
Don’t cast the gold “time” in the pig nose to avoid it pain.
The food of man in the court of dogs,
In ignorance we jump like frog,
Giving arms to the rich
And our course we never reach.
Wasting talents and gifts
In the mud, who will lift?
How did you come across gold in your nose?
When am here looking pose,
I mine a fool dreaming of rose
Ordinary pigs is having gold
With the dirty nose,
Yet I stand here looking José
In foreign Jo’s.
A being who had integrity of veracity,
Has hastily “chameleoned” to celebrity of atrocity.
Brought to the palace from the gutter,
Not knowing it is a tour from frying pan to fire.
Transforming from salacious to open prostitution close,
Alas! Her beauty is just a gold in the pig nose.
Man laughed heartily
Yes, precious metal among earthling
Mine for use and wealth,
Sweet pork for nourishing the health
Double portion of blessing
Gold and pork; a just reward for my stress(ing).
Let the foolishness stop,
This goes to those at the top.
No food for lazy man; that they says,
But now they spend like heads of state.
They are to eat from the dirty,
not living large in the city.
My best I try offer.
But ungratified you kept over.
My expensive penny I crowned you with,
But mould I’m rewarded with.
Your world I beautified with Rose.
But all is gold in pig’s nose.
With gold in its nose,
It will never smelt the odour of a rose
Only the rotten cases in the ground.
mingling with bacteria in gutter all around
Neatness and orderliness contest; it won’t win a dime
get rid of the gold, there is no time.
you did sag away your life along the road
the tale of your stinking, smelling, dirty boxer short can not be told
as you drank away your destiny at the bar
with those skinny girls massaging your character
yet, I thought of giving you a better world
but you wouldn’t stop attending hotel with lass old enough to be your ward.
Alas! amazing discomfit
at your beautiful gold you own as a convict
i’m afraid for you fancy not what you have
give it away before we all laugh
for your boisterous shape drin me to shame
can’t you change before flagging your fame.
D STUPENDOUS PEN
I spend like the whole world is eating from
My wallet. Now my life is loudly dumb.
My sockets ‘re weak; ready to be plucked
Out of their joints. My brainless brain has learnt
To leap from the ocean of ignorance,
And to sip from the tap of endurance.
Of all minerals, why gold,
Glueing unto thy nose to make hole?
Now, you give away yourself to waste
From the smith’s mind that want to taste.
What else can we do,
While you wander with the swine, after much ado?
The tail of the dirty pig Waddle
Wonder how the gold got to it,
I came to realize that the nagging pig know not,
Still ponder on the hand that washed the dirty pig,
It fall inside the thick dirty mud upon all the gold placed on the pig
D STUPENDOUS PEN
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