The Consumer Poem by Chris Jibero

A puzzle at birth
Like fart shot atop
An iroko from the single
Barrel of a porous anus
Induced by a dinner
Of beans with smoked
Fish that staggers
The intelligence of
Houseflies

At your infancy
Began your infamy
And were we informed
That your nativity
Was of a land
In the thick of the dark
Unconquered green mangrove
Forest in the centre of Africa
Your untravelled and bestial
Father's love garden where
The ne'er-do-well
Conjugated with a green monkey
A monkey business
All monkey affair
For an imperious whorish wife
Your green monkey mother
Takes no pay but pays
Her patrons cash and materials
Acquired from her husband
And you, a ravaging eater,
She bequeaths her lovers

You, the begotten of the
Black and green monkeys
An unwanted and mutated
Monstrous black monkey,
In your teens did you win
A visa lottery to America
Rightfully acquired document
To marry gays in accepted
Bigamy and were we again
Informed that your husbands
Received you gleefully
Like babies blessed
With candies
With open anuses
Thrust out in disdain
Like fluttering tattered flags

Now, in your adulthood, have you
Acquired a diplomatic passport
That allows you easy access
To heterosexuals the world
Over and being no racist
You distribute your largesse
As a generous lass whose
Compensation is a free-will
Donation of all sizes of manhood

Man eating black-green monkey
That also devours black monkeys
And bares tired bones
That gape at the whole wide world
Without a solution to your onslaught
Desirous of leaving the universe
Desolate like the foretold
Rampaging great dragon turbaned
With anger

But something tells me,
A still, little voice behind,
That the monster
Was compounded and manufactured
At a backyard laboratory like bread
Beefed up with bromate to be sold
Only to unsuspecting black monkey customers
But has now backfired, for she is but
A prostitute that is not choosy
With her customers
But her life span with that of her
Inventors is short-lived for what
Eats leaves inhabits trees.

(C) Chris Jibero. 2006.