The Cocktail Of Disgust Poem by CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI

COCKTAIL OF DISGUST
Pour me a shot of Blue Moon,
Let the bitterness caress my anxious throat,
Let the colourless-ness blind my misty eyesight,
Let the toxic-ness pervert my broken soul,
Let the drunkenness reach the heights of my despair,
Madam Bartender, fill this glass with a cocktail of disgust.

Lend me your ears, not your opinion,
Induce the pain of a broken hearted ambition,
My want of a big future, big picture, bigger than my paintbrush,
I dance to the tune of devastation all damn day,
And drink to its satisfaction all naughty night,
Ching! A toast to my disappointment,
Madam Bartender, enjoy with me this glass
A cocktail of disgust!

Once upon a night, I saw the beauty and delight,
She stood there, with arm akimbo, fingers with a smoke,
Pretty child, it's rude to stare, kind to share,
One-cough, two-cough, three-cough, four-digest,
Konshens said live it up, so I did,
Tarrus said couple up, so I did,
Drake says you only live once, so I do,
Madam Bartender, dance like this lass on a cocktail of disgust.


I see a big future, I am blind to my contribution to it,
I see a bright Kenya, I corrupt my way to it,
I see an industrious teenager, I drink my way to it,
I see a successful K.C.S.E, I cheat my way to it,
I see a prosperous entrepreneur, I steal my way to it,
I see fair a competition, I pay my way for it,
I see a great deal of good in me, I never realize how I ruin it,
Oh! Madam Bartender, serve this lad a cocktail of disgust.

My vision is blurred, my speech is slurred, my youth is marred,
Uwezo fund can't wezesha me, vision 2030 is just a vision to me,
I can't build our nation, navumilia kuwa m-Kenya,
My HELB is my help to more shots and vain pleasures,
I am fast fading, failing, falling, flinching,
Could this be the end, my doom?
No! Mr. Bartender, one more shot of that cocktail of disgust.

Madam, you have had one too many,
You have not lived your life, have not done any,
I am doing my job serving you as many,
I am messing my nation, pouring you a glass, young lad,
I am in need of a penny, to feed kids-many,
But I yearn to see that Konza, Lappset, rail and road many,
I long to see peace, love, unity, prosperity and security,
Dear lad, I can't pour you a cocktail of disgust.
In this glass, I see a colourless depth,
I see a reflection of a handsome lad,
I hold the power to a bigger, better, brighter future,
I hold a concoction of ideas and breakthroughs,
I hold the solution to the advancement of my nation,
I am the next big thing, in the next big nation,
I can, I will, I must!
Madam bartender pour out from this lad, that nasty, cocktail of disgust.

I refuse the shame
Sheer shuckles of sorrow
I refuse the fake sacramental
That coangurated into a detrimenta cocktail
That shockingly succumbed dozens to death
What of the infamous yokozuna?
That blinded the vision a nation
Call me a freak or even a mono of life
Let me be!
But I refuse...not even a gulp ah! Ah!
Keep that cocktail to yourself
Or pour it we build the nation together!