The Web Weaver Poem by Chris Jibero

Like an ingenuous fowler
Is a man under a haze
Of unbridled covetousness
He continually spins a maze
An intricate web to ensnare the gullible
Because he sees the world as a jungle
His to explore as he wills
And to display his hunting prowess
Seeing everyone as a prospective prey

He is a master in striving
To outwit and to outdo
By hook and crook
In his abiding scramble for supremacy
Every strand of his net is a strong tow chain
Always pulling him out to play his game
With the greedy to tame
And goaded by inordinate ambition
Springing up in him like incurable hunger
A dirty rag without a hanger

Virulent waxing weed
On a sprawling wasteland
Contaminated marinated beef
Cheerfully distributed as generous gift
Concealed skillfully
In white, whining, withering, wrapping paper
Self-righteousness on a colourful road show
Wool pulled over beleaguered brow
As he craves for ephemeral kick

Gigantic, crooked, unsympathetic feet
Trampling upon the weak
A large mouth feeding on the feeble
Spurious successes
Corrosive conquests
Transient triumphs
Miserable malingering shadow
A plump pot of gumbo
Visited by numerous avid hands
At a grand bash
Whose much remnant the greedy stash
At a dismal dark corner
At the mercy of uncharitable tropical heat
That makes it murmur and grumble
While celebration is yet in progress
Putrid, vaporizing, vexatious vanity
That no man takes away at his departure.


(c) Chris Jibero. 2012.