They sat holding bottles
In their hands
And armpits
Pouring mouthful
Of liquor to fill
Their hollow stomachs.
They gazed at each other
As cat and mouse
And spoke a lot of
Inglish with slain syntax
To devirginate
Their motherland.
The two drunkards!
Spoke of a nation's illusions
And the wilted state of
A nation's elites
Raping the cultural norm
Who raped the temple?
They said something
About Lubowa hospital
And praised the Bus Kingdom
For Grazing well the Gen z's
Digging the tax hole
Who murmured a secured Future.
They gazed at each other
As hare and hyena
And shakily gasped for breath
Of the holy bribe paid
For their nocturnal duties
Poverty pasted on muzzled faces.
Oh, the two drunkards!
Finally hit the climax
And roared at each other of
An accusation of not belonging
Reached for each other's neck
To strangle a refugee within.
© Ankwasa Harlord
Categories:
drunkards, africa, allegory, betrayal, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Sipping cheap draft beer, a brand that's not bad,
smoking home-rolled cigarettes cause they remind me of my dad.
But if I sit here long enough in this crowded beach bar,
starring at the sand I won't care where you are.
I'll be happy as a clown painting color on his face
Hangin' with my friends in this sunny drunkards place.
No, I won't ever get tired, angry or sad, I won't ever remember all the things that I had
and all that you got when you packed up to leave, like money and cars and that ass-hole Steve.
Yea the guy with the big house and a Mercedes Benz, but don't forget his grown kids and his other girlfriends.
I told you when you left he was nothing but a sleaze, but you didn't believe me,
but you will when he leaves.
And I'll still be here,
Sipping cheap draft beer, a brand that's not bad,
smoking home-rolled cigarettes cause you took all that I had.
And I won't be thinking about you, and that guy that you're with.
I'll be sitting with the boys starting another fifth.
Categories:
drunkards, beach,
Form: Lyric
I drink a lot of water everyday
More than the doctor's advice
But in monsoon water is impure
In summer water sources unsafe
I know, nothing purifies like spirit,
So I add my whiskey, just a shot,
In every glass of water I drink.
I of all will never take any risk.
Categories:
drunkards, addiction, drink, funny,
Form: Verse
. SINNER OR SAINT
Sitting at the back pew in church,
I looked to the front and beheld a familiar figure,
Is it not the drunkard of Miles street?
Is it not the smoker of all types?
He was in queue for the holy eucharist,
And his gaze fixed to the cross in the altar,
I contemplated "is he a sinner or saint"?
Let our Heavenly Father judge.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION GENTLE
(07061816037)..
Categories:
drunkards, christian,
Form: Verse
Oh So you think your honest?
Wait till you hear me drunk.
Categories:
drunkards, life,
Form: Verse
No beer, just stick 2 booze
One certainty, we end up loose
Funny cos she said "look"
"Never thought I was gon pull"
Baby and booze? dnt touch ma beer
Get it popped and its cheers
Break it and he's in tears
The talk triggers fear
Slide it down d table and its smiles
Go non stop on it, and its style
Go excess on them bottle, you fly
What more can I say, bottle number five
Get me the sixth and you tag me drunk
Let me run on five, he said skunk
Below it, let me guess, that's taunt
But I fly beyond six, I cal it "stunt"
She say ma beer, I cal em booze
She said andrea, but that's 4 boobs
I'm out of words to suit
Yet I got d looks
Looks dat make ma flow stool
Categories:
drunkards, passionme, me,
Form: ABC
Drunkards are we all
Mortality's sweet suckling
Inevitable.
Categories:
drunkards, death, nature,
Form: Haiku