SONG OF THE FRUSTRATED STUDENT pot-bellied daimyo in gold babariga folds of flesh exuding the confidence of looted affluence tell me sir what must i do to get milord to notice my mean presence what sacrifices make what propitiations to your dark godship to get you to notice my quidditas perhaps dye my hands with red henna smear black tiro round my hungry eyes wriggle slim hips clad in patra-rags to get your sir shaftus at firm attention and get a royal beckon from you tell me what must i do oga daimyo your brother of the hat has left us to wander round abujas streets our aquinases are on a long recess placarding streets demanding coffers tell me what is it that i must do abeg to get crumblettes from your divas-table there is the question of my being shafted yes save you prefer the backdoor less-travelled or maybe wait for a season and then half when the village elders are up for the dance of musical chairs round seating-stumps in the village square beside the rock i swear it i swear it my dear oga i will help you secure a seat or die just give me some crumblettes oh daimyo i am ready to serve you with heart and mind
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 14:09:32 +0000
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