Be Sober Poem by Chris Jibero

Be Sober

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Be you sober
And never you gather
Wealth to scatter
Because nobody will bother
About your nagging hunger
Or quell your quaking anger
For they shall saunter
Boldly into your bunker
For certainly a bibber
Shall become a blabber

Never play the Father
Doling soothing succour
Like cold water
From your pitiable pitcher
For you will not find a brother
Who will cater
For your worry
As he will be busy
Bearing your story
At every crooked corner
For his fellows to barter
With nothing to offer
And your knowledge-bearing famine
Will they erroneously determine
And energetically spread
As a perpetual lack of bread
And scorn you with loud laughter
Oblivious that the Father
Knows all about the matter

Never usurp the role of the Father
Because you want to dropp the toga
Of a pauper
For He has an overflowing kitchen
In heaven
while yours is but a pauper's bin
For never in winter
Will you see a sister
Ready to winter
With a loser
For the warmth
She dreamed
About in a slumber
Has come to shelter
In her habitual holder

Watch over your treasure
Not given to much leisure
That propels to pleasure
And never date your banker
For she may be a canker
For surely a glutton
Will wax wanton
Pushing to acquire disaster
For friends will not banter
With a consuming cancer
And in your trouble
Your home will crumble
And your frame will wobble
As in a Royal Rumble
Your legs having buckled
Your hands having fumbled
And you will shamble
Looking humble

So be you sober
When you gather
And do not scatter
Your wealth like a bomber
And never fritter
It like a loafer
For you may wither
Like a grizzled fighter.

(c) Chris Jibero.2009.

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