THE FAMILY MAN
THE FAMILY MAN
It’s hard to believe a family man’s woes
The stuff that can’t be broadcast on radio.
When he says that he and his family were living under a shadow
But the media, in jest, called him a hot potato.
He had made calls, sent emails, slamming the people
And did his best to grapple with the devil.
They played with his family and plunged them into doom and gloom
All the time proclaiming he was their groom.
The tall man now walked with a limp
The result of relentless attacks from the chimps.
His face grimaced in pain.
As he was forced to slide down the drain.
His face that once had a look of calm
Had now lost most of its charm.
And for whom the bells used to toll
But now his life was spiralling out of control.
He who was once climbing the ladder of success
He was now in a state of severe distress.
For they decided to snatch his laughter
And discard his family to the gutter.
As he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror
He whispered to himself that he once again wished to be a winner.
The bathroom air filled with the pungent smell of lemon and musk
As the aftershave stunk, his face blushed.
He wondered what it would take to claim
His stamp of dominance and return to independence and fame.
For he was God’s lamb
But fell victim to the devil’s scam.
But he believed in God’s power.
To come to his aid at all hours.
He shone a lamp on the devil’s misdeeds
And took up arms against the machines.
The last of the witches would now have to leave
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