I was caught in a situation
That gradually graduated.
Morphing into a python,
The beast is now pressing me
On each side.
And as I asphyxiate,
I don’t fight back,
Advertently so…
I’ve crushed a lot of
Pythons in my time.
Some I just decapitated
And put in the fire
Right after flavouring with basting sauce.
And when the savour ascended
To the heavens,
The proud Creator declared it
A sweet savour.
And when the savour descended
To the Hades,
The haters, the relatives
And relevant steak-holders,
They took it personally.
At first, they scattered like
Spilt water in the morning
And said ‘every serpent for himself’,
And then, they took it personally.
I gave him carte blanche
With my life…
This serpent that is now flexing
And feeling good about himself
On the Ph D’s shell casing.
‘…Xerxes has taken the bait…’
Why else do you think
The doors were left unattended?
Your presence in this palace
Was prognosticated,
And now, you’re attended to.
You’ve broken into the house
Where the walls have eyes
I’ll tell you now, it might take
A while before you realize.
The Ph D you engulf is
Merely a shell casing.
The Macoy is a sandwich
Between Christ and God.
And Lion on guard,
Or caretaker is the Paraclete.
Screams reverberated as he
Was being dragged on his feet.
You should’ve consulted
Your false prophets.
Although I doubt they’d see
Past the carpet to show you
Your own damn flaws.
Opened doors couldn’t trigger
The slightest scepticism,
How much are they really credible?
Should you decide to write
A personal book of lamentations,
Inculpate your lacklustre slither.
We saw you a mile away_
