Enigmatic entropy endeavours the devouring of my depressive tendencies
In the form of an effaced anonymity
Pledging a tender hand to thwart the destruction of my anatomy
Distraught estrangement of in-autonomous tailing tellings
Shall cast this faceless stranger astray
Beyond the smooth syllables of an identifying name
For these hounds that thrash in the thick of sleep
And so do weep of singularity in accompanying company
Shall chase, shall gnaw at the face, the hand that feeds the freer frailty of freedom
And chaff this chance of a chance to escape
These samsaras of silence for the requiem of a dallied day
Dancing and dashing and prancing and thrashing
In the estranged fixation of this strange savior
That wilt know not of my inner ills, beyond the disfigurement of mine own outer mutilation
K.M.P
18//9//26
Hendrix was the best on the guitar that eye have ever saw and the star spangled
banner made by this strang black man became my country banner sweet. There
was so many off the wall hard to play and follow like the BEGEES nothing rally
wrong with them just could not copy them. BOOGIE WOOGIE will remain the
easiest to play just progressions made of love back and forth and up ZZ Top just
left Chicago and Found they Jesus.
The Doors was everyone's favorite when getting high. Eye could not party and
maintain my dignity eye never could have group sex or sinful fun with everyone a
problem to the gamers to the players to the users everyone eye then become the
odd one to them all preferring quiet solitude unless they needed me to help
maintain there dignity. Piano music will remain the favorite of rednecks killers'
kain. Steppenwolfe played the drug songs patriotic backwards making fun of
pushers users flushers. Listen quickly to this musickal idea before eye leave
John Fogarty and others like him even women who play musick helped this
young man believe in GOD.
“Wait! Wait!! Wait now Driver !!!
Your passengers still dey down
Which kain Driver be dis sef?
Those ladies never enter abi?”
Passengers stood up echoing angrily
Some hitting hard at the snail-like Marcoppolo
Alas! The man behind the wheel paused.
The left passengers rushed in
All ranging with anger
Alhaja’s fury got to the crescendo
She was fell twice before hooking up
To the cat-walking moving house.
Pacing up and down inside it
The man still raining abuses on all we
And the one who conducts him joined
The Alhajas, they harassed to our chagrin.
Unto the ears of the Boss of the Man
Behind the wheel she beckons
“ He must pay dearly for this”
She echoes, trying not to sob.
At the very park of the vehicle in Zaria
The Alhajis . . . we and others complained
That a slow mad man was wheeling our lives
We want him no more to wheel our lives
There comes the change of the Driver
As we all laughed and giggled to Kaduna.
Alayande Stephen. T
7.30pm
21st of July, 2006
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