Brian was a sycophant apple-polisher at work
Fawning all over the boss; an enormous jerk
The rest of us got his number right away
He annoyed most of us from the very first day
Brian washed the boss’s car and brought him lunch
We did not like either of them a bunch.
They were two peas from the same kind of pod.
Their conversations gave all of us a nod.
The start is marked by a gravy weapon,
Puppy barks answer the trumpets' call.
The muzzle is loose, whispers are free,
The light shines through the metal canvas wall.
Gold insulation, thin as wool,
The warmth is hard to find.
The ember processor cools,
And the processor servant leaves the silicone.
A penthouse phallus on the street of rape
The laptop is for the spouse.
No need for a centimeter polisher,
Just a sail and a television in the house.
Grease the radio, pour the smoke,
Liquor is for the cat.
No solid pills or silver hats,
Just a woman feeding with vinegar, that's all.
Today is a time that is like no other,
For the virtuous wife and bless’ed mother,
While her husband works the ground to yield,
She works beside him in the field.
She is his help, his right hand man,
The world on his shoulders,
she is his stand.
Baring his seed, expands his name,
defends his honor against all shame.
She mends what’s broken in the home,
Holds down the fort when he is gone.
Guards house and home both night and day,
never once relent to pray.
Accountant, cook, and housekeeper,
Duster, polisher, and home sweeper.
Scold the naughty, spank the mischievous,
Discern the truth teller from the devious.
Teaching her daughters to make them wives,
Her sons to live godly lives.
She hires the help, gives helping hand,
Handy lady to the handyman.
She’s the only one who goes, without a pay,
Though she’s rewarded every day.
She then adorns herself, for her handsome King,
To reward him warmth within her wings.
To whisper strength within his ear,
that if not for him, her heart would fear.
The wife and mother today, is as soft as strong,
She is everything right amidst all wrong.
a mountain of words
oh that diamond polisher
there's one in us all
They are the dream builders
the life shiner
the destiny polisher
they are the beautiful hands
that adorn our world with courage
they are the angels with pen
physical angels with blessed initiative
give your child a teacher
and you will give him a medal
the inculcator of morals
the moulder destiny
obey them and they would help make your world glitter
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