Of Credulous and Anxious Flocks and Fans
When her husky husband
walked into their wide room
she woke up from her siesta
with a jolt and an air of curiosity.
Her strikingly oval face fast took
on a convivial, ruddy tickled tint
like the countenance of the high sky
as she showered him with sweet pecks,
honeyed nothings, curative caresses and cracks.
“Please tell me more about your dream, darling.
You out-top the top skies, you surpass all the stars,
the moons, in altitude, in magnificence, in magnitude, in …”
She chortled, “Enough, sweet talker!” She added, “In fact,
it’s about the gullible who lionise the lousy, lying pirates.
I was slating those who were heroizing sea rats and frauds
after receiving ill-gotten gains, the moment I pronounced:
don’t be uncritical and hypocritical worshippers, I woke up”.