Come to Fathers',
We'll find some use for you.
Pick a plastic seat, pick two
Plant yourself bro, we'll sort you out.
Economy Class is where the noise happens,
Experts on anything and everything
Grambling insiders, generous to the last coin,
Inseparable from their drink.
Business class amateurs, thumb pinned to the phone,
Spitting khat residue and slapping dodgy Mosquitoes and gossip,
Issuing disposable orders to an arrogant caretaker-Waingo,
Clever betting investors, never announce when they win.
First class hawks, those who come to see the boss
Long time allies, gobbling single malt softness, fast
Under a sky so clear and fine
Boss will sort them out
The House of Commons, the Common mwananchi
For those mannerless or broke, but not both
Occasional skaters, in-house scams
Makes you laugh at your folly
Welcome to Fathers'
Pick a plastic seat, pluck some twigs
Frolick on free drinks and roasted goat
Boss will sort you out.
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Fathers Yard, 25th Feb 201o
