Let’s Party!
“I don’t wanna get drunk,
let’s party sober”
Still, the house
Got wrecked badly
As soon as my parents
Get back, it’s over
Mother dropped
To her knees
And fell flat
Expressed anguish
At the ruined décor
Of her usually
Well-kept palace
What ensued next
Grabbed
Everyone’s attention
Tense, dramatic
Moments
The drama
Then passed
Her tears
Of wetness
Vanished
At which point
She stood
To her feet, vexed
Asked,
“The dresses
In my Rosetti cabinet
Have been evidently
Tampered with
And it’s like
My designer scarves
Have been ripped
Into confetti strands
By the frenzied
Antlers
Of a testosterone
Injected stag
And clawed
By a lion
From the Serengeti
Afterwards”
“The poor sofa
Looks like
It’s been heavily
Massacred, by many
With mud
And sludge all over”
“So tell me
Who can get this
Question answered:
I WANNA KNOW
WHO’S RESPONSIBLE
FOR SUCH A MESSY TRANSFER?”
I held my breath
Lest I let out
Any laughter
But my tongue
Was ready
And I said,
“His manager,
Pep Guardiola!”
For that smart
Alec comment
I got my head
Smacked
By my step-dad
Who extends hands
To clasp my
Shoulders, and says,
“Ben, man…
You need discipline
A regimen
Like army soldiers
When will you
Stop the mayhem
And start acting older?”
“Cause on this
Bent path
You’ll possibly become
A meth addict
Forming an
Entrenched habit
Causing
Permanent damage
And well, death’s tragic
I hope you won’t
Prematurely
Have to go there”
“Listen, you’ve been
Having problems
At school
Your teacher told us
You didn’t attend class
And didn’t complete
The rest of your
Mathematics
Homework”
“Grow up
And get a girlfriend
Who you can
Eventually wed/marry”
“But, dad, I’m transex…”
“Oh, is that why you used
To play with Ken/Barbie dolls?”
“Yes, as for me
And my
Friends’ gathering
We also had
One last week
And today
Another fun party
But I do want to
Start taking
School seriously
And graduate with
‘Summa cum laude’
To be honest, though
The work has become
So cumbersome, daddy!”
“Aww, my son
And young lad
Me and your mum
Have performed stunts
And done backflips
To ensure
You have a life
That’s wonderful
And lavish
So, really
There’s one thing
We need
You to understand
And it’s…
Ben,
Just…
Well…
Keep
ROCKIN’ OUT, MAN ! ”
As he said this
He flicked his hair
And head-banged
To the drums
And guitar riffs
Of the song
That was playing
By The Clash
The London
Punk band
Now,
Fellow revellers
We must
Humbly admit
That in this
Moment of time
In which we’ve
Come to exist
Right down to
The seconds
And minutes
The one fact is
This function is ‘lit’!
Let’s pour
Out in numbers
Into the streets
It’s a feast
A carnival
We’re beasts!
And what zoo
Unleashed
These animals?
Shrieks, squeals
Growls
And snarls
Moshing
Fearless,
Rowdy brawls
Breaking interior art
Someone’s knocked
Into pieces
A ceramic vase
If you don’t
Wish to lose
Your place
In this rave
Then
The only thing
I see
As the caveat
Is you must feel free
To move your body
To the sweet beat
Dance!
Alright,
Enough with all
The ‘‘hee-hee,
Hardy hars”
I’m grown now
Thought I turned
Over a new
Sheet/leaf
I now work
As one
Of Her Majesty’s
Emissaries
Completing
Engagements
In secret
Camouflaged
Career speaking
I’ve climbed
Mountains
Reached peaks
And realised
To achieve victory
It’s steep
The path is hard
But I want
To thank those
Who a played
A part
In our classic
Drama
Of yester-years
It was deep grief
That we had to part
But remember,
Memories
Can’t be deleted
So…