Peanuts for Writers

This poem is culled from my unpublished Collection of Poems titled Love,Thoughts and Melancholy.It's long but It's so interestingly realistic that you will be through before you know it.

The poem also give an opinion on the question on the poll.

PEANUTS FOR WRITERS

Peanuts
When the ramblings are greater than the deep thought preambles
The lyrics of mumblings and weed
Are rich in pockets but poor in nuggets
Peanuts for writers
Journeying in dangerous filth
Of scrapping paper and internet dustbins
When the mere shouts of jollying and gallivanting
Needs no journey to be what needs to be


Pea
The nuts are getting cracked
The bad ones are getting glad
Paradise for the bad
Hellish smiles of worn clothes and burdened heart for the good

‘man , be grateful’
‘I am’
Grateful that nobody reads,
Little ratio with all sense of scrapping rationale
Grateful that MILLS AND BOON gives Amanda and Teju Cole, ‘fisan and ‘dare trouble
Grateful that nobody knows the readings as much as they know the CONCERTS




This is a heavy cross
Many horsewhips landing on the back and near the eye lid
To be a writ in the uncommon book of ordination
To be a madman troubled by the tales and the cymbals of the muses
Is a cross crossing like the corner piece; the proud home of the terrible witches
Rushdie must shake hands with JAYZ
For what draws them apart is not only the senses
it is far more than 50cents



‘I will be wished away soon by family
For nothing is my salary’
I am the salary of mankind
They buff and give nothing
They spit into their voices and clad it in their hatred
Thank God, their voices have a separate throat.

Peanuts for writers
Peanuts for writers
Though proud and regal in scribbling
Conjoining phrases in the sanity of spaces
The mad ones have the loot
The jives
The laughs
The cloth and clout
The murders
The robberies
The healing miracles
The strategic politics
All well paid like the gluttonous god; the mouth
And his cousin the stomach
But the keeper of remembrances
Left in the beggarly embrace of nil existences.




Eat the groundnut like a chipmunk
Be rough and scraggy
Walking into the sun- ‘so hot, nice global warming’
See your others from the same university and find it hard to eat
Find it hard to get married as you’re marred even before marriage
Rage within, smile and inquire
That earns you a slap from a useless policeman
Get shot and die- a reportage turns the hand to a pottage for the earthworms



If you like yourself become a writer
Become a writer
It is a severance from the goodies
All you will earn is respect
But respect cannot eat three square meals
Respect cannot bask in the euphoria of the times
A name that has no stomach
A voice that has no pocket
A mouth that eats peanuts
A hand that types till daybreak and beyond
If you like yourself become a writer
Blog till you die
Whether your blog makes you better than the blockhead!


Life has thrust upon the writers, a life to write
words begat everything
God is a writer
ALAS, we are the devils cast upon the earth to propagate the divine gift.

HE takes time to write the book of life
and the sequel, death
Invoice in, Invoice out
Writing will outlive man
But can the writer outlive hunger?



HOPE, I SAY HOPE
Amidst the peril of Soyinka
ALL MAY END WELL LIKE A CHILD’S STORY
HOPE, I SAY HOPE
But all mankind struggles for the single space
The doorway of hope is small in NIGERIA
The heated saucepans too many.
HOPE IN STRONG BEER
HOPE IN EMPTY LAUGHTER
HOPE IN WORLD CUP TICKETS
HOPE IN the awards but pretend ‘I don’t write for the awards’
‘Then I guess you write for the failures’-in the fragments of failed royalties.
Peanuts for writers
Lengthy scribbles breeds shorter audiences.