A notorious worshipper of pleasure
and leisure, Mchazeko wasn’t blue
and heartbroken when his father
finally passed on after a long illness,
not by virtue of that he, by chance
thought that his dad was in a better
place, but because he had been
waiting, and the waiting was over;
to his uncle`s dismay, he jabbered
about an apt time to count his eggs
that had been hatched, he gabbed
about being in wealth and in charge!
Who wants to grab the inheritance?
Just relax, I`m not a seizer. Values
of humanity are far better than fights
for a dead person`s riches. Values
of decency are nobler that the love
of money. Your talk is sickening,
That`s taboo! Shameful! Wicked!
Your father hasn’t been buried, and
here you`re celebrating that you`re
in charge of his clean and sweated legacy.
Don’t insult us here, we`re mourning,
Your parents were responsible, smart
and focused, not idle ,foolish and vexing,
so glowered and growled his dazed uncle.
When Mchazeko was on drinking sprees,
taking home five or four dates at a time ,
he told his uncle that he owed him no
explanation, he was the only surviving
child of his deceased parents ,and that he
was entitled to have fun and live like a prince,
and that he shouldn’t be jealous and nosey.
His father`s great fortune was lost to gambling
and womanizing and to excessive drinking too;
everything was lost, it vanished into ashes
for he gambled away his inheritance
of two mansions and two costly cars,
in a record time of two months,
his dead daddy is understood
to have turned in his grave
before his enjoying inheritor
led a nomadic, alcoholic
melancholic existence.
