Tales of an idle man-- a poem

                                                  By Mory Keita

They call me the idle man, the pest, a nuisance to society.

They claim that I spend my days insolently daydreaming,

Because I read tales of man neither my forefathers nor I had seen.

I do not disclaim their sordid claims, for indeed I am a daydreamer.

I have seen far beyond the bounds of common men's thoughts in dreams.

For many a day, I have plucked and pocked my nose in this bathtub,

Visited and slept in golden palaces where I met many fair maidens,

And drunk drinks of fierce battle and lived my youth once more.

In my dreams, I fought alongside intrepid Jason against evil enchanters.

We parted in quest of the Golden Fleece to obtain his rightful throne.

I branded my golden shield like Achilles  roaring like the Nemean lion.

After that battle, Ares himself hailed my bravery and troops sang my name.

I also visited Caesar’s palace in Rome and sat at his dinner table.

we discussed issues pertaining to the good of the republic.

then, i was given command of legions of centurions to fight barbarians.

but such a task was too barbarous for my civility.

and then, I flew on a carpet to India and sat atop the Taj Mahal,

listening to the enchanting call to prayer of the Muslims.

It was  there that I was  taken to a fairy land with enchanting beings.

There I rescued damsels in distress from witches and evil doers.

As I retired from my noble quest, I was taken into the land of the pharaohs.

I felt in love with Cleopatra, fought with mark Antoine and Caesar and reigned.

In short i have lived and traveled across the Milky Way in a hot bathtub,

and I  have lived my life to the  fullest like the great Ulysses.

Tales of an idle man-- a poem