26/09/2017
THE GIRL WHO PULLED HER PANTS BY THE STRING
When all is said and done,
I shall lay bare, flat, so undone,
As the escapades of mother earth,
Really, never end, till we do wither.
I reminisce in cold weather,
The thought of her giving me fever,
Like a dog licking himself in cold weather,
Or a campus girl gnashing lever,
THE GIRL WHO PULLED HER PANTS BY THE STRING
Every morning, in the dire cold dew,
We, undressed, for the physical education,
Pointing to the teachers direction,
Even when big boys had erec-tion,
As big girls pulled thier pants to action,
Stretching their strings, whew,
Causing unnecessary action!
The teacher, zooming her eyes through,
Bare boys chests, but strong, piercing through,
As we sang morning songs,
Like the one of rice and stew,
That made me hungry before noon,
Like the hyena dancing before the moon.
The other, was damn no good song,
As it called, all of us young sheep,
That looked like a meandering ship,
I mean, pirates campus-less thing,
That lived by fate and fall.
Only that I saw the girl who pulled,
Her pants by the cloth-woolen string!
Benmak Savior
25/9/2017