The Irony Of Life Poem by Maveriqué Richard

1.
If self does not limit itself;
What else would limit it more?
You are what you always do;
Excellence was not born with man.

Wealth is not as generous.
Yet cost not a life to gain.
Success thrives amidst the earth;
And failure drives around and about.

She is pretty, subtle and tricky;
With much charm and much luxury.
She identifies with people, her kind.
And very swift to make them friends.

So, show me one man who sits still;
And I shall lend you his destiny.
I shall be his prophet of doom,
And each word will forever come true.

But If I see an honest man;
One whose labour yields his coin;
If I knew them two a piece,
My heart would forever glee.

For, I know not how to keep my things,
Yet it brings it back to me;
Then I bless them each by each.
And wish them long life and bliss.

Won't the Heavens grant my words?
For their lot's are as few as Lot.
Their deeds sing melody to the clouds.
Indeed, In them nature be pleased.

For they may not thrive like the spivs,
Yet, they envy not their wealth;
They may not drown in 'bounteousness';
Yet they do not chew the cud.

For when men sing men fulsome praises;
They all long to taste their cream;
But I envy not the Name,
Which men sang them once before.

And soon, I know their fear would come.
The reason they stayed up all night.
Soon, their Name and all, and them;
Would be dragged before the muds.

Shall hell not open her mouths?
When their blood dribbles to flood;
Would she not embrace their Soul?
When heaven frowns boldly at them.

2.
Show me a woman that lives not right;
Show me the type whose mouth runs rife.
Show me her mannerless cute face;
Show me her dauntless figure, and shape.

Her beauty fades and fleets with time.
Yet with it, she thinks herself, god.
Then I shall open up her skull;
And show you the reason it lacked much wits.

I shall show you the butter she'd gained;
When others had tusseled for brains.
Then I shall reveal her future bare;
I shall reveal them each to you;

But forgive me when I thus should say;
She would forever live by men.
They shall all visit her inbetweens;
In a hut she had found at ease,

Men shall ply her like a route.
With each depositing a luggage and scum.
And exchanging their loads for coins,
Bading farewell with no return.

Then to themselves they would turn and ask:
Which mother had brought us this fool?
If I have a daughter her type;
Would I not rob her of her life?

Then as wise as she shall forever remain;
She'd invest her gains on vains,
Then she shall tunnel round and round;
When her equals equal the sky.

3.
Show me a heart as bitter as bile;
Show me the heart that never does well.
Show me the envy it beds within;
Show me the glory it earned therein.

For as long as it's heart knows not joy;
So would it efforts yield not oil.
As long as it wills evil to men;
Evil would surely to it befriend.

For when it spites the gray-headed,
And lets it spittle kiss their face.
She lets strength rob her of thought.
And, lo! It gives her falsified guts.

But karma never misses a hit;
It's as faithful as each season.
So, be good for good comes good by good.
And Nature does not give maize for plantain.
She is not unfaithful to her words.
She always rewards without bias.

To be continued...