MARCH POETRY

THE VANITY OF VANITY

By

Ben Naga

Physical manifestation a vestment

A masquerade, a temporary vehicle

For the soul in transit, eternal student

Maintaining its maintenance

You sense makes some kind of sense

Adornment for its own sake a step too far

Acceptable whichever gender type

You currently are aping, you bonobo

No escape though from playing the actor

While still surreptitiously at work

At quietly improving your character

Behind the wannabes grabbing at your mic

What matter this external glister?

The companion and partner you seek

Resonates, responds to inner beauty

Not to any outward appearance

Those who go hunting otherwise

In truth not the one you truly seek

REFLECTIONS ON GOVERNMENT

By

Ben Naga

From simple language much may be inferred;

America’s lust for pleasure and commotion

Like Britain’s anal culture, I’ve a notion,

Reveals itself within the very word

Used when our nations’ rulers have concurred.

Whilst here the House is said to “pass a motion”

The other side of the Atlantic Ocean

“An act of congress” is the term preferred.

But though such speculation may be fun

The world goes on as it has always done;

It’s true: “A rose by any other name

Would smell as sweet” and so we must conclude

That whether we get shat on or get screwed

The end result is pretty much the same.