The Honey Pot
I am the honey pot
Famous for the well brewed bittersweet content within my belly
Like molten chocolate sweet, only more sumptuous
Not that I’m a bragger –
But many have come to me for an ounce of my content
And I must say; it has them licking their fingers
They can’t seem to have enough of me
But before you judge me a drug – hard or soft; which I’m none
It’s gospel my attraction is just as strong if not more
Having colleagues at all ranks, my fan base is overwhelmingly high -
Dozen power suits have shaken hands with me
Lucrative business deals sealed in my presence
Services are efficient under my order
Law lenient at the mention of my name
Findings less unraveling with me at the middle
Lands change titles under my brokerage
A few helping hands more willing at the sight of me
Small favours too at this age seek me first
My tentacles truly reach far and wide
And lest you call me a blackmailer or worse a prey –
I seek not, but sought after
Hooked as a bait on my colleagues’ preying poles
And cast into the stream of the less fortunate
To the oceans of abundance
Where their ever hungry greed is never filled
They care less of my side effects
That range from a sour reputation
Law catching up if I don’t buy a way out for them
To the recycled injustices from the days of their fathers
Injustices that to date rock the social, political, economic arenas
Bitter side aside–
I still remain an allure
To them it is survival of the fittest
©GraceM Composition
Copyright © Grace Mutindi | Year Posted 2015
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