Swinger Poem by Chris Jibero

A perpetual rocker
Life unquestioningly is
As she continuously moves
All positioned on her rough
Hard-board seat to and fro
In a relaxed ambiance
Of her unending regular monotonous
Rides and often casts down the unloved
And unfocused from her exalted rocky
Rocking seat with impunity and contempt
Deeply mired in a mountainous dung
In a nauseating stinking sty
And adorns them forcibly with repulsive
Stench that scares stiff those who have
Once in her marooned valley abode

And ceaselessly she beams
Her floodlight on the path of her
Loved and favoured few
To uplift, honour and glorify
But innumerable others she keeps
On pain-strewn alley or hole
Of more darkness than light
Visiting like an unprotected charity worker
Stealthily distributing valued handouts
At a remote refugee camp intermittently
Pillaged by hungry by blood-thirsty rebels.


(C) Chris Jibero.2008.