Don't Laugh At Life For It Is Liquid Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

When you drink it,
it flows down your
throat like soup.

When you gurgle with it,
it goes down in bits,
you do not want to take down.

When you drink or sweetened,
it leaves an aftertaste like
a stickiness that refused to
go to oblivion.

When you call it, it does not
answer, for it fears you want
to make friends and be familiar.

When Jonah calls it it answerd,
for it says it can live inside
the tummy of a whale.

Seriously speaking the dead are
our champions, for life was called
to order and it bowed.

For who has seen a beast with no order,
yet calls so many to deliver, all the
contents of their chest.

Liars, thieves and all and sundry.pouring
their all into the big hole where the liquid called life keeps flowing into.

This one slandered goes, sure he will display his art, do the final stand up,
give all the last life. He opens his
mouth to bellow an insult. He finds his
tongue has been cut.

Life laughs, calling him a simpleton, for
not knowing you cannot make fun of life. Life is liquid. Hey life is so liquid
it sips into crevices and hides, ask
doctors. They look for it and when it
eludes them, they even cry.

Drink life knowing, it is liquid.
Don't take it in large noisy gulps,
It will go down the wrong pipe and
woe unto you.

Don't laugh while you drink of it.
Also do not get drunk, for your
snores are not the hallelujah chorus.