Should We?
I have been thinking
Quite deeply
And inanely
About naming
That, should we a kid sire
No foreign tag hire
Thus the name be Boeing 11-5-14-25-1
Since ye morality sliding
I have searched
and also heard
About my son’s exploits
Maybe it is his
Secretive Genitive Results
But I have heard
Of the geese laying
Of the donkeys braying
But geese demise such abrupt
Those donkeys left to scheme
I have also thought
About the hill-top house
Ere, mine thoughts about it naught
But the pangs of the onslaught
Have brought mine mind to think
I have thought
I have cried
I have mourned
And wailed
Wishing away this black pest
That so taller than the white one stand
So noticeable in his black deeds
I have watched him
Raping ruthlessly and ravenously
Her bequeathed fragrance
As the ordeal continues
I have always sat
On this archaic mat
Imagining
Wishing
And whining
On this furnished four flowery mat
My heart has ached
I have thought of changing his name
Boeing 11-5-14-25-1
Such an indigenous name but a fatality
Life now above the hinges hiked
Basics in ante millennia and post millennia
Untenable
I have thus my thoughts summed
I have raffled my feathers
Giants must be re-awakened
Do they lose- those that don’t have?
Thoughts prod me
You should!
You should!
My temples are awakened
You should!
You should!
Comrades, should we?
Denis Ikiara
Quite deeply
And inanely
About naming
That, should we a kid sire
No foreign tag hire
Thus the name be Boeing 11-5-14-25-1
Since ye morality sliding
I have searched
and also heard
About my son’s exploits
Maybe it is his
Secretive Genitive Results
But I have heard
Of the geese laying
Of the donkeys braying
But geese demise such abrupt
Those donkeys left to scheme
I have also thought
About the hill-top house
Ere, mine thoughts about it naught
But the pangs of the onslaught
Have brought mine mind to think
I have thought
I have cried
I have mourned
And wailed
Wishing away this black pest
That so taller than the white one stand
So noticeable in his black deeds
I have watched him
Raping ruthlessly and ravenously
Her bequeathed fragrance
As the ordeal continues
I have always sat
On this archaic mat
Imagining
Wishing
And whining
On this furnished four flowery mat
My heart has ached
I have thought of changing his name
Boeing 11-5-14-25-1
Such an indigenous name but a fatality
Life now above the hinges hiked
Basics in ante millennia and post millennia
Untenable
I have thus my thoughts summed
I have raffled my feathers
Giants must be re-awakened
Do they lose- those that don’t have?
Thoughts prod me
You should!
You should!
My temples are awakened
You should!
You should!
Comrades, should we?
Denis Ikiara
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