BISCUIT BONES

BISCUIT BONES

I know these people

Not because they say my name

But because am a ripen member of this community

Yes, this people!

Tiny beings coarse to ingest beans in order to  elongate their  biscuits muscles

A delicate specie endued with humor

Loving meaningless conversation and trembling at the rod

Indeed little fish they say have no bone

We are tender hearted yet very complicated

Advanced mortals say we act like 'noisy toys '

So they send us to school before we even can speak

For every day do we learn new tactics of domestic headache

We recite stubborn alphabets

And finger electronics as Spoilage engineers

I remember being in this community

Nature snatching away our gum blades

Leaving our funny faces with unartistic diastema

Friends laughing at our dentition

And we refusing to smile at playing grounds

As men with 32 blades advised us to throw the remains on top of Zincs

Or better still cover down ones under Sand

Then life was simple

And I never knew evil was a growth escort.

If only wishes were horses

Then I crave to borrow back the mind of time

Days when grudges didn't build for itself an unforgiving center

Please give me back my ABC conscience

I wish to wear back humility stocking

I am Hot Tempered

And now I deeply pant to drink calming Waters

Let Grace Appear!

@JoyGold Inspirations