The Kente Rug
The Kente Rug
Yet not time for me to say, say mine of thoughts
Another rug has been dump into the mud of our thoughts
Never to find a stint of a possible usage
Now this age has caught up with a heap of disgrace upon it
Useless, useless, useful days gone away
I am in need of that, that has no usage, to be my pretty
Yes, that a man gone amiss in the hands of the dumb
Compared to the days gone imageries of tasteless quests, gone once bad
My thoughts of him, him and our impatience
What we just did, turning the *Kente into a rug
Thoughts gone "bsurd
One more jewel into the earth
A rug disposed after its worth skinned off
A soul on the way to the worms festival
Today, tomorrow, a day next, when the families takes hold
A final day of a Kente rug on the dumps of Sirte or Misrata.
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