I Wish To Be In the Bowl
I wish to be in the bowl
Where the moon and the sun shine.
Outside here is the Armageddon
Where the saint gnash their teeth
In pain and in vain.
In the bowl lives the repentance:
The gunslingers turn the Seraphims
And the gaolbirds become the Cherubs
Singing sonorously at the treasury gate:
Lord spare the gullible.
I wish to be in the bowl
Where shame becomes fame
Where indolence is the excellence
Where impunity is two for penny
Where immunity is: buy one and take four.
I wish to be in the bowl;
The paradise of the foul.
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2017
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