The Scamp's Entreaty Poem by Akinmuleya Alfred

The Scamp's Entreaty

The-being-behind-the-cloud
On your grandeur I call
This I know will do me no proud
But in your mercy, slay not this saul

The childhood preaching against *Emi-Esu*
Means nothing today like a geriatric shoe
I've learnt a new song from this theater these days
And join them in signing the song that says;
'Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown'
And when man doped upward within me with a frown
I ran to *Esu-odara* himself
Ever since, I've remained in his shelf.

Prodigality?
Yes, I brawnily concord.
Of your sumptuous benevolence, missing in me is frugality.
This is all I can afford
*Man will always be man*
Nothing more nothing less
Adore like Shechem, all the Dan,
And bemoan at the end their mess

I can't peruse your scripture again
What will be the prevailing scrivener's gain?
Your sermon a graved threnody to me
Who will run after this miniskirts for thee?
A moment is like endless in your house
The bartender will remained a church mouse.
Lucifer has not fallen unto the earth
He only fell on my heart and dusted-off his cloth

The-being-behind-the-sky on you I call!
I've only learnt to be a man
Man will always be man; above all
No matter his lifespan.

Literati. Akinmuleya A.A.A
©2017