My Kids Must Meet Meat
Do I really have to groan before you know that I am grown or be here before you can hear me? You won’t hire me because I have a higher degree; wouldn’t be right to write that my throne is thrown away; threw through the window of wants to face the rain so that I might not reign again. But my kids must meet meat on their table. I won’t want to give them flowers when what they need is flour. For this reason I check my cheque each day, just to be sure I haven’t being a fool instead of being full.
© Victor Eshameh 2019