There once lived a man,
who foresaw many a folk’s feat,
but never said shit
to any curious creature,
demanding to see his star-sign
desecrating original design.
his gift brought him grace
amongst all hominin
even attracting plush feminines,
but his flesh was strict, and his spirit gay
and occasionally he conversed,
with Jehovah of the whole Universe
Jehovah’s orders to never tell a man his path,
boomed in his unlucky mind,
torture of unseen kind
Make it stop Allfather!
Give me your Ruth,
and i will only tell a man, the truth
and a pact was kept.
So men came with cases
of shame, fear and penury.
passing blame upon their own progeny;
oh did they bless him with gifts,
islands of milk and honey
in exchange for hyperspeckles of destiny.
Great kings came with golden crowns
and men of God with roman chaplets
the billionaires came with wagons
and artists carried their albums
the Oil dudes with their gallons
violent dogs and their add-ons
Techies and IQ mellons
Professors and jargons
Girls with big lemons
Olosho, the Heron
All of them
moved funny at his feet
asking him the same existential question,
Shall I witness, defeat?
and he said unto them
if you ever fall on your back
you get 10% cashback.
and a pact was kept….
