Moez Ben Meftah
The Spirit Lah Lah - Poem by Moez Ben Meftah
The Spirit Lah Lah
Where is it the free spirit I once lost?
The dear treasure I had ignored most
I know not the finale of this keen quest
Is it deep underneath or above Everest?
I fetched all through the earth and at last
Nothing is to be done, alas, it is then lost
It is not in my pocket, it is in vain tossed
In the middle of nowhere, too overcast
Where is that spirit if it is not really lost?
It is not in the banquet of the affluent host
It is not in the prizes of the Oscar contest
And never could it be in nooky whimsy blast
And in Yankees Dream it doesn't it exist?
Nor does it lie in the hot chick's puffy breast
Is it nestling timidly in Robin's lurking nest?
Is it in the joker's jest put in tears with earnest?
Is it left to future flights to the liberal west?
Who knows it may come drunk late at last
Where is it my spirit, I mourn, sure it is lost
Who foretells what comes from what is next?
It is not there in my pint, or in my tight grasp,
In the luscious tender lamb, spicy ‘n well roast
In the dry liquor, in the quenched stress thirst
It is not in the wild ecstasy of the horniest zest
Where is it then if it is beyond any cost?
It is not in the deciduous courtesan bust
It is not in the due rainfall just forecast
It is not in the whirls of the whistling gust
Nor in the pyramids within pharaohs crust
Where is my spirit, I grieve most, I am lost
Is it in the disguised chance that moves fast?
In the scribbles of flies round the lamp post?
It is not in the high-tech pads I relish most
It is not in the realm of ever green habitats
Where is it? No lulling reply to thine quest?
And every query guides to an intricate quest.
Oh, latent virgin spirit, is it tied in Corp.'s soot?
Is it in laisser fair or in the suffocating red boycott?
Is it in the words of the young idiot rushing past?
Raving, "lah lah lah, Mao med, ‘tis just, no next"?
Ah, as fools of white slavery pass by, truth is thrust
It is shimmering with joy in a blessed chaste chest
It is in my heart crowned with euphoria in its best
It is fools' la ilaha illa lah if you twig the dawn's roost
Moez Ben Meftah
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