Goody Goody Country Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

In the sub-Saharan far West of the coast,
A super blessed giant good country emerged.
So blessed and gigantically good,
She was named Goody-Goody country.

Flowing with honey and milk,
Mispelt hunger and mess,
Only by the detractors of every power that be.
Managing money worries her not,
There are much and excess to care.

Contends only with the problem of eating money,
To create rooms for more and more that comes.
Tapping but one of her rare resources,
Money, money everywhere.

Her graduates are kept on perpetual bed rest,
Not wanting to sap-tap their energies and time.
Best brains are not needed for anything at all,
So drained and drifted elsewhere for service.

Dime ideas think not, and create nought.
Do not worry, relax, rest and be happy or unhappy.
Manufacture nothing, money buys everything,
Becomes her seeming sensible, senseless-soothing slogan.

Wine, dine, make merry,
Tomorrow is another day.
Bored, with no serious internal affair matters,
Her leaders, for external pastimes went.

Jumping to the beck and call of any,
Giving aid and getting AIDS.
Money there is, after all,
To finance aid and service AIDS.

With her economic power soaring up against,
Her economy is quite stable quacking.
Yet under the eagle-eyed watchful care,
Of just unlettered, amidst qualified gurus.

She will soon join the super powers,
As she ostensibly marches her citizenry, of all places,
To a spacious cliff-top precipice,
For a massive mass merry making.

Envious countries anxious to follow suit,
Sooner than later jettisoned the move.
As Goody-Goodies ostentatious life style,
Is peculiar to her and her alone.

With poly-thieves in politics and power,
Their high-powered polyethenated-rafia-mafia-bags,
Goody-Goody country is never bothered,
Being endowed with in-built shock absorber.

By Chiukwu, the omnipotent,
Concerned worries remain,
Any alternative to the shock,
When the bubble bursts,
And absorber absorbs not burst burble?