A Rhyme In The Small Grain Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

GRAIN
Why must I mess up my brain
And let my morals wash down the drain
Well, it's not only fools who get wet in the rain
Funny how even smart people act in a sleazy lane
Well, sin starts but as a small grain
Grows, unless from it, you refrain
BIRTH
Why must I celebrate the day of my own birth?
As if, for me, that was some day of great mirth
Must they not, those who planned to see me on earth
Must they not, those who benefit from my being here on earth
Must they not shower me with lavish care as I sit warm besides the hearth?
Can't I be treated princely for once and be flown to Perth?
@22 September 2022