Feast

We saw the bowl last night

A dessert of pregnant men

Waiting to spew their vile

They gathered from the North

And sojourned from the West

The bowl was filled with a cocktail of mandates

Seemingly nouveau but sadly familial

A call to feast was proclaimed with a thunderous appeal

A chant appealing to the thirsty and sundry

With a deja vu allure

We drank from the bowl of lies

We savored the relish of promises

The feast is served

But

Let the hungry beware

For only the filthy and fat

Are nourished.

 

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3 thoughts on “Feast

    1. You are right. At this point, Anna, I can say with all certainty that, so far, you are the one who has actually taken the time to read all my posts on this blog as of today. I am very thankful for you, for what is the essence of writing except there be some who are willing to do the reading. You made my day. 🍁🌹🌷

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      1. Then I am a most fortunate woman. You are in good company, Gbolabo. Geoffrey Chaucer, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, Henry David Thoreau, Zora Hurston, Walt Whitman, Franz Kafka, Herman Melville, and many other famous authors were at first unsuccessful.

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