Obaba Museum

I envy the way you fight back when it’s hot
Rolling up your sleeves
To reveal
Your broad chest and pecs
Squared shoulders raised up high
Your dumbbell arms
All laying bare
Your customier has indeed been creative
At the Sun’s peak
You have no need for cotton and silk for your trunk and upper extremities
Except for lower extremities
Just nature’s apparel
For you is fine

I wish I could fight back
But my seamstress designed
the torso of my clay jacket
With a valley I cannot reveal
Mounted betwixt 2 hills
Hidden within my hills are rivers
Flowing with milk and honey
For the thirsty ones yet unborn
For this reason I am clothed
Often
With sparse clouds
And so torridity still conquers me
But when the south wind comes
I shall bask in the sheep’s wool
And victory will be mine!!!