Rascals have
invaded our Circle
Every place
where men should gather
Conmen with
smelly armpits, armed with
A verse, totems
and
A mad man for
experiment
This exhibition surely
is not for kings
Foolish men
He is ready to slaughter
his obedient listeners
Whereas
He is no Abraham
neither are they Isaac, but
They are ever
ready to be sacrificed
He excites the
circular crowd
He excites the
mad man stationed at the centre
Mad man fondles
his scrotum and flicks away
A homeless harmless
fly
Misses prophet
by half an inch
‘Kwasia...Gyiiiimiii’
(me di yesu mogya kan we nim)
They jeer, loud enough
to catch the saviour’s attention
‘Preach on!’, a hooligan hits the punch line
‘Swag on Prophet!’ another thunders thin
‘The Prophet bulldozer!’
Its collection
time
Business comes
to an end soon, the prophet’s saviour
Whereas they
need be redeemed by the real saviour
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