The mangoes on my roof

The mangoes on my roof

Mangoes make me insane

Because they’re always falling on my head

Some of them making noisy beats

Other gliding easy the night breeze

If you have a look under my hood

You’ll find only mango leaves and twigs

And the fruits

At every ripening stage

Some of them sweet and red

Others already passed

And the rest still green

And hard to palate

If you ask me about the oil price

Or who the good ones were

On the previous war

Or if the drugs traffic lanes are safe

I can’t tell

I even can’t tell the name

Of my ex-wife new husband

Or the city my sons are living now

Or why I can’t stay employed

More than three paydays

Because as you may suppose

I’m living under a mango tree

Enjoying good times

Thanking god watermelon plants

Are vines

VABM May 1, 2010