Dark Sunny Day

Dark Sun-day
Sad Mourn-day,
Fat Tools-day,
Shall I then go
on national teevee
let the tears flow
flow,
go on
and blow
my nose
for dearly departed
souls
of dearly departed
in-soles
of empty
pews, aisles, roads
burning trucks
what in-sow-lence!
shall I then
cry you a river
shall it cleanse
wash all my sins away
shall I then be
as white as
Willi-Willi
the ghost
tell me Ay-bay-lay
dearie dearest
patiently patience
patented teary one
doctor of the lucky few
sows, goats, fowls
Shall I
squeeze kai-kai
out of dry bones
shall I then
go on bended knees
head bowed
pray
have witchcraft
slapped off
my wet face
(the billion naira slap)
shall I then
not
after so much tears
return to business
as
Usual?