Defeated By a Woman

The Election result is a kill-joy And has a man made a boy: A result so blunt I’m trying ketamine; That should my recovery determine My BP should’ve been key issue And its treatment a Toilet Tissue … A woman has captured my capital And what’s next if not Hospital? The whole stuff taken to any doorstep And claiming to have watched my every step … My eyes have been fed humbling scores, Another shutting of my political doors An angering spread sheet on my lap Underscoring my defeat by a gap. And I swear animals what these portend, Birds to laugh if I do them contend … Right now A chairwoman Elect! And they wouldn’t me select. Already, I can see her sky-scraping head gear And celebratory fanfare in high gear Artificial eye-lashes one can glimpse from hundred meters And music-powering generator with hundred litres … And guess I’m emigrating to Dakar Or to far-off fourth Africa Or perhaps nearer Niamey … No eye-lashes wearer will chair me.