DANCING WITH THE PRESIDENT

by Vic Moguche

The laughter,

Plastic smile,fake promises,

Till you fall for them,

So you’ll think at last you got ‘em

Little do you realize that they got you.

Its so sweet, so sweet I tell you,

So sweeeeeeeet………………...

Till you start scratching

Because you wanted cents,

Hot Dog,Pizza,Wine,

Because you said your Cassava and managu are bitter

And they damage your throat,

Easy cent now sour.

The president dances so well,

Dances Nairobi,Nakuru,Namanga

All the way to Kisumu,Kisii,Kesses……………………

He does not make mistakes you know,

You see?

Cents know3 their owners

A BMW,Serena,Merica

Wide bed,White bedding,

The laughter,

Fake smile,till you scratch your body.

Is it taking advantage of or

Is it short lived love

That fades like morning dew when the sun shines

Paving way for the president to move

To the next dancer.

Is it funny play?

LETS TRY AND PLAY SAFE,AIDS IS FOR REAL.