Reinventing

Reinventing the yes man

Recycling it here and there

To be a good

Listener and implementer

To switch his tongue

Like the pitch’s vibrations

As the savannah grass

Dances to the wind

With no aim and direction

Stay low when the wind blows hard

Stay up when the wind is calm

The yes man gets lost in the confusion

The hidden truth forced to spill

Unfortunately

Disasters come in all

Shapes and sizes

But one truth

The yes man

Never stops reinventing

On the knowledge of greed

Floating on nothing willingly

With his shame voluntarily reinventing

As opposed to renovating

The soul of

The yes man

In permanent disaster

Slipping through

The mind of his master

Yes boss! yes boss!

Eroded his existence.

By

Solomon B. Sengal “HLNA”