PARDON MY FRENCH

I swore upon my great grandfather's twin goats
that never shall my voice be raised upon one born of a woman
but you
Cobbina
Born of a harlot mother
my oath is raised for your sake
You dared to be the volcano that erupts to destroy the vegetation of dignity I have cultivated around myself
You dare to be the hurricane that sweeps across my shore of success
But you Kofi Cobbina
Since when did you leave the company of our faithful town helpers
to become a man of respect
was it not just yesterday that your only livelihood
was closed because the town-men decided to stick to their wives
So Cobbina
Which god cursed you to step upon toes which would have walked to drop a few coins
into your empty bowl
I walked into a meeting of the town's men only to hear to my horror the sad story of an octogenarian
How dare you, a leper climb into the bed of one old enough to mother a thousand you
In broad daylight
Women were said to be the first mistake of nature but since your arrival, that contention has been changed
You Kofi Dzagadu Cobbina are the one and only mistake of nature
If it were not that you killed your mother when she was having you
She would have killed you on seeing what you are, a crow without feathers
There are arguments amongst the older men as to who bore you with your mother
All are too descent to have their blood run through your veins
Or was it that mad man KANTANKA
Your mother would have stooped that low
Oh Cobbina
A dog that dares bark at its master
Where were you when god was sharing wisdom?
Were you at the toilet shitting out the only brains you had?
Kofi Dzagadu Cobbina
When shall you learn to respect the hand that might feed you?
Did not the gods even leave you the sense they gave the earthworm?!

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