By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I wonder what he means
That I'm as pretty as a magpie
But magpies chatter
Or did he mean, "a flower"?
But flowers are a nine day wonder
They're bright, resplendent and charming today
But tomorrow, they're dour, crest fallen and dull
So what does he mean?
Right now, I feel weak at the knees
Just because I didn't pry
But whatever is the matter
I'll stand my ground like a Roman soldier.
Why even listen to slander?
As my own boss, I can hold sway
Men are all liars anyway. They speak, and then mull.
That's why I believe in the golden mean.