Cat's Paws - Poem by Haruna Garba
Unlike when it turns sour,
when smoothly it soars,
none cares to give a hiker a ride.
So you get the hee-haw-
you whose ego is weak
When they ignite arson,
rescue job gets screamed onto you -
you who are the wisest fools.
When it goes smoothly like clockwork,
you are out
but the moment it turns sour,
you get the come on-
you who would do dirty work for fun
The immaculate you see,
recline against Colliers to look real cute
but a Collier being Collier born,
will have his entire face so coated in soot
he can scarcely see the barriers placed his routes
so how could he ever realize his dream?
One only needs to lower his eyes
onto the lion's paw
Or the dog's paw
Or the paw of any cat
to see a typical fool.
Should but you take the vision a little up
On to the place of head,
the solid fortune of unearthing the witty
obviously falls to your lot
So do yourself good,
judge the angrily set face
and the pinched lips
for what plainly shows there is
half smiling, fully salivating mouth
when the paws are busy
pulling chestnuts out of a fiery fire,
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