Osori IbrahimDanAsabe
@osoriibrahimdanasabe
1 year ago
Come not to my funeral
Life offers many things, but you choose a single thing at a time
Of all: a man chooses a man, but the man; your friend often has no time
While the busiest of all God's creations is the wind; yet, it graces everyone; hot and cold
As I lay in foray to your hearsay, I'm now a dead bay.
So, come not to my funeral; now that I'm shrouded and wrapped in white covers
For I had died a hundred times under black covers, before I'm now laid under the red covers
At my funeral parlour; I beseech you seek not if I were sick
And I entreat you make no query and no quarrel
The whys you're not told, for my ailment as it was coolly cold
And not as hot as a government old gold
Blueprint that makes the quickest public airing like a whirlwind whirling
At my funeral parlour; I implore you take no pity on my demise
For death has no iota of compromise
As it pitied not my depreciated immune
As I was sternly depressingly prone
In my pauperised sullen doldrums, I succumbed
At my funeral parlour; I importune you bring no food and no drinks to parley
As I had none to sip or sup or quaff as I was in my sickbay
Come not to my funeral; I request you discuss not, my dirt-poor
For you take no pity on my down-and-out
As you showed blithe disregard as I was sick-knot
Come not to my funeral; I solicit you debate not on politics
For there was all but a political ill
As I lay ill
Come not to my funeral; I appeal you argue not on sports
For I wasn't in many eyespots, as I lay without even spots;
In urine, I was drenched in blotches
And in excrete, I was covered with splotches
Come not to my funeral; I ask you talk not on my past, for you'll tattle and scuttlebutt
What, in my sickbay you're never keen but on my funeral you're now keen,
So, come not to my funeral.
Osori, Ibrahim DanAsabe
03/07/2023
