The Stripper

Written by: peter Onyancha

The Stripper..... By Peter Onyancha

Lately I have come to believe
A poet is a stripper; that’s the naked truth
Strips utterly and attacks your eyes
You are the ogling private school mate
No. No one should know what you know, you know!
Private – every portico private 
Oh, it’s hard – Very hard to unveil 
When the poet is gone, you groan
Imagine, you are left with fertile imagination
Infantile wisdom and you are fried

(This is the 1st stanza of a long poem entitled The Useleness of Poetry)