Sometimes I felt
only a beetle could inch up
from this situation
Y'awl know what I mean
I am no bettle
not even a bishop
got 90% wrong on the priest's
exam
Scared of snakes
Just a red baboon with the
hurricane's eye
got up sometimes in a Businessman's
three-piece
Mostly an errand boy for the spirits
It's honest Work
You can even come by promotions
I'll rise or
maybe grow up even
I hail from a long line of
risers
like Grand ma ma, old oak
off on a new path
she sculpts from the clay