I'll go to Fathers

I'll go to fathers to fetch my rooster
Where few men smoke but many chew
Too many pieces to pick in a yard so spacious

How else could we know when a brother will turn up
always exciting to guess who will show up
Some for Business,
others for pleasure,
others to receive
so pick yours mate

For I know that soon I'll be a master
Better learn from the best to be all that can be mustered
Halogen lamps make old ninjas fade in shame

Click an update and your messages are a disaster
I swear I left something at Fathers
Or perhaps it is true that I received something at Fathers

Hope it's not tool late to bring another rainy cloud
Hope it's not too much to ask another last favor
To hold me up lest I slip in disaster

I'll go to Fathers to fetch my rooster
Boss knows how laughter mends old wounds
From daily habits that could breed disaster

I'll go to Fathers and fetch my rooster
For time will separate purpose from discipline
To men who fellowship and seed in clusters

Of twigs green and maroon and the usual wetfry space
You'll know it's a pleasure when you get that invite
To go to Fathers and pick your rooster

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Fathers Yard, Uhuru April 2017