Johnny Was Good-Part Two
Roaming the village with black
beautiful girl tucked in arms
was Johnny the village god
Adored by older boys with
the world under his sure feet
As he stepped on his darling
round village girl.
Other boys his age cried:
no girlfriends of their own:
Johnny you're good seeking
chance for them him to join
and play his girl they sought
which they got.
The guitar-boy had become
an altar boy for the village mass.
Legendary Johnny the god
worshipped by all village boys,
reviled all by uptown girls
more and more they said
Johnny you're so good
Johnny was a sure god
With his feet like cogs of wheel
As tailor's feet on his machine
he skillfully played it like a ball:
The only village girl he knew and
relationship they all adored of
box guitar and shopping bags
Where polythene never is
too old for the god.
Copyright © Messoh Vincent | Year Posted 2017
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