Bread and Butter
Bread and butter on the plate
It is what everyone hates
Bread and butter on the plate
Someone is searching for a date
As morning comes alive
He began to search for his wife
He passes through the market place
With a bag on his back bending down and
Spinning around with a terrible frown
I wonder what he is thinking and how much
Money he is spending he picked up
Fruits and vegetable and white yam
Early morning market has fresh food
Early morning shopping is for the ole dude
Meaniness in his eyes and rudness on his face
He packed his bag with all the energy he had
Morning breaks his pocket with the higglers profit
The bread and butter is rolling the dice and
They are making a big sacrifice
The bread and butter mind has caused people
To loose their mind, the bread and butter mind
Has resulted in many fights , bread and butter fuss
In their sleep has caused many people to
Compete, bread and butter in elections,
Bread and butter during disaster, and in the middle
of the corona bread and butter was on the rush
The people clear the shelves and one man buy too
much, it was more than enough
to serve a thousand at a ten days conference
The stages are rising up and many people
are in a mad rush to stock up all that they can get
before they take in the final breath,
The rum, brandy and whisky is selling too
The beer the malts are jumping off the shelves
And just about everyone in town, has a bag that
is moving round buying bread and butter wherever it
found. The traffic is moving up and down the town
With a horn like bell making noise around the town
The dogs are roaming around the street
Fending for themselves with a new beat
And the mad men are sarching the garbage too, looking around for their bread,
And what about me?
I still have no comfortable place to lay my head
I have not been shopping for bread and butter
But I have been praying a serious prayer
The day is winding down and business in the town
Has finally rebound, people still have money to spear
For the things that are so dear.
The hands on the mouth
The pocket to the throat
The food is the only thing that will always win
Here I am thinking about something that is very deep
While the people are parading up and down the street
I have no bread and butter on my mind
But I am looking for something that is divine
While the market man is hopping around
with bread and butter all over his crown.
Bread and butter mind
Bread and butter s
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2020
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