A Grader In The Oesophagus Poem by Augustine Yirideme

You're eating bread,
Fried yam or something similar.
It starts to choke you.
You feel like a construction grader
Is running down your throat.
Your breath suddenly turns short.
You reach for water,
To flash the damn grader down the slope.
As you take the water,
It feels like a second grader
Just joined the race.
Now you feel your oesophagus is
Going to explode any second;
In fact you wish it would just explode,
And "what can come can come".
Oh boy! You're dying like that oo,
Slowly, painfully.
But then, suddenly,
Wur-wur-wur-wur-wur, bugom!
An accident has happened;
No, a miracle.
The second grader crashed into the first
And they both 'somertumbled' down the slope.
You made it!
Sigh!
And, ooh, that feeling that follows....
It is so an out-of-this-world feeling
King Solomon couldn't find the right words to describe it.
William Shakespeare didn't even venture
So who am I to want to?
But, thanks to the perverseness of this generation,
I dare say that that feeling is near-orgasmic.
Yes, it's like an orgasm,
Priceless.
Yet it is brought to you by two graders running down your oesophagus.
That is what this life is like.
If you know, you know.