With matter-of-fact arms spread

Giving you a piece of my mind

Not caring how you feel, i tell you

To give me exactly what i want

How you do it or when

Is entirely yours to think or act, or do

For done my part i did

Even my wife

Hasnt got half the attention

Unction and diction

You get

And yet

with that gaping mouth

You keep both ends of your swallow open

No pity, no feeling, no milk, as they say.........

You better give me that roar of a start

No coughs or splutters

No stammers or excuses

When i insert that key in the hole.

When i engage you to work

You had better give me a noiseless nod

Never you give me that nosy nuke

That makes shifting you

A perpetual morning-mare.

Even when you decide to move

Better agree with your members

Be in harmony with your components

And give me that smooth sail

That once endeared me to you.

The determinant of our living in peace or war

Will be when i need gas to overtake

Deny me that and see my other side

And if you like

In fact its your take

Whether to sip, gulp, drink or guzzle

The precious hydrocarbon

Because all i know

Is that you must take me everywhere today

And back

Its also your take

To take me higher or lower

With the way you will behave today

When that cocktail is over

And i want to order you

Before them dignitaries.

Your choice, your choose, your life

Its your call

Try me today

And see the stuff i am made of.

Ogbonna writes.