{Poem}
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In
a place of marry-making and care
If
you fling money in the air
The
Drunk will never get to a share
But
if you throw liquor into the class
The #Drunk intention will be a glad.
Even
before the stick hit the drum
Dangling
steps will let you sight the one
He
jumped a plain as if gallop was in the land,
Confusedly
throws his arms and legs away to the rhythm.
Reign
with content of the liquor
And
a light prayer that makes mountain and man equal
Kpom!
Kpom! Kpom! The Drunk Dance!
Girls
will cheer!! Boys would smile
He
spat a curse back on the land
Greased
lip without dream or fame
Saying
goodbye to intellectual friends
Standing
close to a big dreaded accident
The
world, he conquers, win and will soon make fame
Yesterday
can only come as a chorus
Tomorrow
is a stream that will find its source.
Give
him liquor, forget the microphone, he will tell you abroad
And
who is involved,
Kpom! Kpom! Kpom! The Drunk Dance!
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With
gratitude he will drink away his throne
Make
merry and looses his manhood at home
He
knows the brave, the wise and bonny
Prowess
that flow through the tongue
Bar
is best place called home.
Maiden
signaled the drummer, the drummer changed, the dancer changed
the
Drunk dance still at same layer.
If
you give ears to the drunk
You
will hear how independent was won
Cultures
and customs that are not in the song
Lightly
forgot his friends, family, his hat and company
Always
keep to his rum faithfully and tactically.
He
tells the moon to shine, then tickles the sun to set
He
is the first in trance to lift the laws
the
strangers deeply watched his tremendous dance.
Kpom!
Kpom! Kpom! The Drunk Dance!
The Drunk was just dancing his way home
dwindling
11
ordinary men were around the street rubbing
So
the Drunk snatched what looks completely like a machete
It
was, at that moment the thieves shouted “you are dead!”
They
shot @ the Drunk unswervingly without neglect,
joyfully, until their
gadgets, groundnuts, energy became dry
The
Drunk had not been scratched, only his liquor bottle broke and his dirty
handkerchief flies.
The
Drunken dance was intercepted by untimely arrest
The
law came and the Drunk said yes
Mrs.
Magistrate dragged him into an unstoppable disgrace
Under
the influence he acted, beneath sub-section, a life-size offence
Suddenly,
the Drunk realized it was more than just a dance
He
was a murderer, that filth, unscrupulous, intoxicated manslaughter.
A
night he chased and killed many masked brothers
Perhaps,
as a Drunk, to
kill a killer is proper
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| tag=" to kill a murderer" |
Completely lost his faculty, thrown into
insanity without a helper
He
needed to drink so as to conquer his jailer
Over
eleven thousand forms of fright took him over
As
Mrs. Magistrate sentence the drunken dancer to live-in-freedom
Sympathizers
called him ‘Drunk Dancing Hero’ {D.D.H}
Kpom!
Kpom! Kpom! The Drunk Dance!.
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