Coolest donkey in the jungle
He’s busy making black coats
stitching lies into the texture, needling deception
into the button and button holes. Gaudy buttons fasten
secrets of mischievous years to the dirty bosom
of the veteran liar. He speaks with a drunkard’s valor.
He isn’t a wordsmith, but lets every syllable break
into munched meat. He prolongs his flat intonation
causing incurable irritation to the eardrums.
He enunciates words, crafting lies at the syllabic level
that even his mom takes for granted. His big eyes
bulge with dismal disbelief at his own lies.
He can walk in the town shouldering tons of lies
leaving shamelessness wandering alone
on the desolate island of the Bay of Bengal.
He is a great contortionist with big ears, four legs,
one bouncing ass, thirty-two grinning dull teeth
and one convoluted tongue apt in contorting truth.
He’s cool in his black vest with vested interest
In the jungle gooey lies never sleep nor rest.
December 18, 2018
Akran, Savar, Dhaka