I Am An African Drum
I am not a keyboard
And as piano you won't play me
Just by pressing the key you please.
I am an African drum
A dumb,blind deaf drum
And so to play me you hit me hard.
Hit me so hard and soft
The tempo both fast and slow
You hit till your hands are sore.
Made of dead cow's skin I am
I too might have just gone insane
As the cow with whose skin I was made.
Huge bull with blinded left eye and:-
One horn at the centre of the forehead
A gawdy image of insanity accentuated
It lost two horns in battle
Going through metal barks of molten wax
But another on its forehead soon grew.
So the bull in me went mad
Till by psychopath butcher was slaughtered
To make me the African drum I really am.
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