So, he asked
them to bend over and they did
He knew all
they had was heads filled with sewer liquid
I don’t mean
to be mean but yes, they were all stupid
He asked
them to play dead for the late night show
But to
please him they actually died on the stage!
The next
crew was a cluster of idiots from Stone Age
They read
the white blank book page by page
And when they
came across “Aaarrrggh!” his rage
They ran like headless chickens. No! They ran
Like Hell
Another group
of imbecile buffoons did the same as well
They later
had a “turning point” realization of his magic spell
His vast
wealth, his Money and his ultimate power,
His knowledge
- Something they knew nothing about
Not even
street smart! They were all life lessons-dropouts!
He delayed their
peanut salaries but they still stayed
He broke
their legs but they still danced to the tunes he played
Too ignorant
to notice that a soul for fifty shillings is not a fair trade
They filled
his Jacuzzi with their painful tears and sweat
They painted
red roses on his walls with their blood
Just to
show his gratitude he fed them rotten spud
They addressed
him as Sir or even better, Master
Some of
them were peasants. Even worse, beggars!
He laughed
at the popping sounds of their blisters
They joined
in with (we are used to this) laughter
They were
stupid but good actors. They suffered!
Beggars’ status
quo, beggars down on their dry knees
Beggars’
dictionary, defined him as the only help
And their favorite
words were Sir, please!
-Edwin Onyango
