He Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

He takes and calls me a fool
That I am just a mere tool
So forgetful that he has been a bull
Never taking reasons to be cool
But I am already full
Of the wisdom he lacks as a tool

He is the champion in house
So empty and bereft of ideas in a mouse
Again and again, his boast is out of house
Actions in tandem to those of a louse
And sneaky with moves like the mouse
Confined and unadventurous; living only in the house

He is full of himself
Priding in the lost glory of himself
A caricature of his old self
A picture he holds up to show no one but himself
Oblivious of trends around; basking only in himself
Heavens know when it is dawn; the place he finds himself

OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2015