Sleeping on Duty

Sleeping on Duty

at everyone’s beck and call
when his belly bemoaned
for what he’d scavenge. The
cow did he prostrate for
just to smuggle a mutton
down his throat.

the job he got against all odds
and laughter spreads its sheet
on many faces who thought
an end had come to their ragged
faces. That next level of smile
soon fades away under their noses.

things began to race miles apart
as the one to whom the sceptre
was gifted rechristened himself
as Eutychus and everything he
pledged seems dead upon arrival
WAKE HIM UP! LET HIM GO!

Bard Tosin Morakinyo

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