No Church Rat Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

I can bet that he is no church rat
I have seen him prey like a cat
He is even shown the nocturnal brevity of a bat
That means what he needs on the back is a pat
His sweats shoot out rat-a-tat
There he goes; lean and thin, with no fat
He takes any job; he is alert
His feelings are so dead; he is inert
The head feels numb; he is never afraid to insert
All work and no rest; his life is no concert
Now he works and walks aimlessly; something like a pervert
Can his labour yield his results: else he becomes a convert?

OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2015