This is much like a skit or so I wrote in the year 2015 to literally contextualise the happenings in my mind on the government of self's life as to living life generously with gratitude.
Entered: (Afiphy, Bafi, Cizyq and Iza).
Bafi:
Cut the sounds of that lute
And the indifferent ones crawling out from Bafi's looted flute
I want to complain
Give me a room to explain,
Why be the course of life be this gloomy?
The minds of man raised on a scaffold merit some red shot
Again I have helped another needing Mummy
On his back back alive he was hanging me sucked in short.
Iza:
Again, this regular complaint with an elevated sinew buys our minds
Mighty sicknesses in the head, kempt the details
Reeling them would thrust a blunt dagger through
My aged-long sour to get going to do
Even with Bafi's robbery life and hell's winks with his wild wind
Waiting for same; some joy still flows in and out in kind
For him but you, Afiphy, lief by pain
Always laced irksomely when you wake another neighbour to reign.
Bafi:
I have nothing to say today
I am leaving you have labelled me scoundrel to my face
That is not bad but I must say
I need to leave for my tummy is nay as dry as a moonless day.
Cizyq:
My words shall be short
I have a big farm to cut
So my feller in paraphrase
Do good to all and pray
To heaven to refill your stores
Man are wicked, am sure say
You know now but no curse
Nor go ire would I endorse
Give to whom you can
And pry it is painless than
When you starve yourself to feed foes.
So surely you wake a wicked Mummy
He would only suck you aught dearly.
Afiphy:
I will free my mind and open wider my door
Even though I moan for more I will give some more
As long as the face of heaven remains up
Would the hands of the munificent be atop.
But I would complain again my friend
I am not a god, cut me I will bleed.
Exeunt: All.
©2015
Freeing some current thoughts am thinking in lines - confab.
