A Man of protocol
Look at him, again and again
His trousers well ironed
Shirt and tie and a piece of pen.
He walks like a saint
Smiles sometimes and frowns to bullshit
A man of poise and integrity,
But his pocket is dry
And their might be SAPA in his house.
He runs from bribe
He prefer to die of hunger
He's a man of protocol indeed
He believes in his forefathers.
See your forefathers failed you twice one this
Hey negro
Here goats moves anyhow
People piss and shit anyhow
Cows roam around anyhow
Government steal funds anyhow
For you to survive here
Leave protocols
And live anyhow.
Comments
A piece...
of pen? I would choose another word instead of [piece].
1] How about a [leaky] pen?
2] [There] might be SAPA in his house.
3] Your forefathers failed you twice [on] this
4] goats [move] anyhow
5] People [still] piss and shit anyhow
6] Cows roam around anyhow
7] [The] government will steal, anyhow
Well told, anyhow.
~ Geezer.
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A civil servant in the Government
The poem pictured a civil servant in active service who is trying to maintain his religious standard. Should I call him Mr. 'holy holy'! Though he never wanted to be part of bandwagons in soiling his hands in corruptible activities. Even though he goes to bed hungry that doesn't affect him. He remains who he's, and go farther to keep his integrity.
Very sensitive poem. That's a plain truth. Such people are found everywhere in the world.
Good piece!
Jackweb That is correct
Jackweb
That is correct
Yeah, the picture
was so glaring. I phantom the content.
Keep the pen flowing.