The Tall Fall Hardest

Based on a true story...describes how malicious the pride of a typical learned african man can get.

What a brain,
stacked underneath his cranium...
all the nervous connections
electrical spasms,jetting all over
in a pandemonium
the rush is evident
more knowledge to be stored
more to be grasped...
its a pity it has to rot
in this soil that i stand on top.
All the knowledge,dangerously
culminated into pride
and mannerless egocenticism
all that turned malignant
it infected his way of dress,speech
and company
his friends turned to foes
his company began to repel him.
his choice of words
placed his not so learned friends on
a grindstone.
He had morphed..into an
unimaginable beast.
Women lined his hands,from left to
right.
Different souvenirs in his closet
a different panty,different colours
a rainbow of lingerie,
champagne was his water
wine was his juice.
Drunk was his fad,
s**t his preference.
He was tall in all respects,even in his
briefs.
That height,that flesh..that chunky
brain
all that left for the maggots gain..
cut by a cough,a diarrhoea and a
shiver
all alone,no friends to help
no women to bathe him in 'love'
no audience to jest at in knowledge..
The tall one had fallen...
His head had hit the ground
the soil on which hpridefully strut
had stained his neatly cropped
hair...
Alas death won.
his was epic.
The tall one had fallen.
Not just merely,
but hard on the common surface.