Before I knew you, we clicked

He knows her,
Her who knows the other guy
Of which the other guy
Knows the first he who knows
The first her.
She does not know the two he’s
Know each other
Nor does the first he know they both know her.
While both the he’s have other she’s they know separately
and those she’s know the first her also separately
the first he and she get to “know” each other better
Which by that time the other guy gets to
“know her far much better”
The other guy does not know that his she
Knows the first she, of which that she
Does not know too, in fact does not want to know about
Any he, because she wants to know her more
Of which she does...well.
So the reason the other guy knows the first she “far much better”
Is because his she does what she does with the first she
Then when she gets to meet he and she teaches he how to know
The first she. Only that she does not know her guy knows
The first she. So the first she just keeps wanting more of
The other guy but does not understand why.
But now the thing is the other guy
If you still remember, knows the first he.
Of which the first he knows the first her
But she does not know that these two guys
know each other “better”.
And they both don’t know they know her.
So before they all knew it
They had all licked…oh sorry I meant clicked.

Vas deferens

Vas deferens (plural: vasa deferentia), also called ductus deferens,
Latin: "carrying-away vessel"),is part of the male anatomy of some species;
they transport sperm from the epididymis in anticipation of ejaculation.

The crack on our moral walls is nothing but honest
Humbled by the brutal force of capitalism
The urban ones have turned to modern day cave man
Only this time the caves are boiling corrugated heaters
Stewing the poor to be filthy poor at the
Expense of their ignorance.
Slowly the most faithful are becoming the most fateful
There is nothing left in this world, the conscious utters.
He squats not because he is tired,
He wants to get into his house,
In there lies his spouse.
From the top of tree, just a tree
You would think it’s a pile of metal rubble well organized
In the depth of the slums well terrorized.
He cast the viva ingredient, now he squats once more
His head between his knees, feeling well sodomised.
He is a pawn, in a game well organized
And the eight children?
Well maybe it’s because her organ is nice.
The baby knows in the arms of the mother
His dinner well served. Milk is a tit away.
The mother feels the father’s pain and
And her eyes give tears way to quench the thirst
In the open mouth of her baby in her arms.
Coz the milk is done what he needs is water.
In all this madness the mind is a vessel
A vessel to carry your insanity away
In anticipation of a better dawn.
Shacks are not locked and are never locked
The world is already locked from them.
The rich are scared of rain. One drop they run for the car
The rich are scared of pain, one itch then straight into the spa.

To be continued....

To please is nature, pleasure is nurtured

When captured, the essence
of us beings is often
caricatured.
One button off,
One blind eye off,
Turn the stereo-type off.
Let the belt come off,
Let the heels slip off,
And for once in your life
Let the fear of who you must be
Stripped completely off.
Six lines above me right now
Are all off.
So watch while,
I turn me on.
I feel so me,
I feel wantable, if you stare long enough
I will feel really eatable.
That’s the way it’s meant to be
Its nature, gullible as it sounds its very true.
Naked we are in nothing, but in clothe
We are everything but ourselves.
Shelves filled with everything but the truth
Who is to take a bite off my juicy fruits, in its true form?
Wrapped in Chanel, Nike & Truworths?
That’s not my true worth,
Well it is to the naked eye,
But as we all know sometimes eyes lie
And make my brain swell, my pores cry
Coz when I see, all I think is what is behind that clothe
Coz I know in its right way it’s naked.
Don’t scorn me coz I am so called bones
And you are hip and thighs,
What hot quick meal will taste good?
Without the fries.
It’s fair for me to have hair,
Anyway your playground is fairer than mine
Oh come on my face aint there, its up here
But I think my points clear
When naked never ever fear.

An oomph in owe!

Who in their right minds place slot machines in the ghetto?
Wanting the poor to gamble with the little they don’t already have.
Be careful of that hip song that makes you hop,
It might just leave with your little hope lost in Christ.
Watch he that shouts in the name of the Divine
Yet his heart like wine is fermented with greed, envy and lust
The prophets have long gone but their prophecies live on,
So in the book possible truth lies, open it and read on.
Get your money, get your money,
But make sure what you get with that money
Don’t come back and get you.
Hmm, what’s that I hear?
Ooh hypnotic choral reverberations of a choir,
A choir that sits on the government sit
Nine to five, five days a week
Singing praises for taxes that make us weak,
In a system that makes us weak, weak, weak.
Mph! Mph! Mhp! What’s that’s smell?
Is a knock at the door?
Don’t guess who it is, curse who it is.

“..Wait a minute. Skin?”

“…that’s why I stopped smoking weed.”
Shit, did I say that out loud?
Hmm! I was just thinking to my self.
Ahhhh! it feels good to be a star
Now I can be free to live my life
I will be all floss and gloss
Stardom is my wife.
From Zim, Dar to Accra
They giggle, the fine ladies
As our eyes meet
The fellows stare in owe
Envy flowing through their veins,
So I thought.
I had dreamt this.
All I need now is to build my empire
My music, my art, my style,
My complete satire.
Yes, yes, yes my empire
And my new attire.
Oh! It felt good, very light
And just the right size.
Like I said, I had dreamt this before.
But the attention was not as much as this
Now, there is fine tuned detail
I can even feel the sun on my smooth star studded skin
“..Wait a minute. Skin?”
Like shock induced paralysis
Bare truth hit me
Surely I had dreamt this before
My stardom comes alive,
My empire comes alive,
But how the hell did I forget that my new clothes
In my dream were just a thought.
“Shit…that’s why stopped smoking weed.”
How do I tell my chick I walked all the way
To the city hall,
Naked?

More Fin

"...there in the horizon the future drank and dined
With fate cushioned on the hard ground by the gift
Of the present, and all they spoke about was me.
It's scary to know I matter."
The reason for living can not at all be greater
than life its self
No matter how much the script is flipped
The true one man show keeps playing
With no delay with seconds passing the rod
To the minute hand to the hour hand
Creating a synchronized chronographic relay
In my sleep I sneezed,
Disseminating my dreams in vapor
Forming psychedelic clouds a few inches above
My conscious.
I stood still, on the sub-conscious face up towards
The clouds hoping for thunderous rain
I was shaken abruptly to reality by my ever demanding wants
Handcuffed by failure to a steel bed of nothingness
I broke the chains
“I will not bed you no more, I shouted.”
How can I be so lame to be bedded by a prostitute?
Ordained by death it’s self.
Yes failure is a damned prostitute that sleeps with any
Man who sleeps alone with no dreams
It will lure you; caress you till you are fully erect
With futile vanity
Living you pregnant with wishes and ideas born still
Call it envy.

The moon walked

Last night on my way home I met a cow.
"Hmm..."I thought.
“A black cow, at night in town”
That's strange I said to myself with a frown.
The cow blotted out in a deep voice
Staring me right in eyes,
as if to sniff out some lies
“You should see how stupid you look
talking to yourself about a cow."
To me he was a mad cow at ease…
who gave him the disease?
I was shocked…
Not that the cow spoke. No!
That I look stupid talking to myself. Really?
Politicians do it all the time
Talking about cash in cows
Stolen by underdogs
Drinking milk from dairy cows daily
Kilimanjaro mounted right on top of theirs bellies
Is a dairy cow black with white spots or white with black spots?
How did pink become white and brown become black
Was the academic color blind?
What did the academic lack?
To scared of tradition and culture to call Asians white too.
Achooooo!
Any clue?
Achooooo!
Ohh! It's a flue.
One thing human nature has learnt
Is to spread useless things
As quick as a flue
No matter what color
We'll meet at the funeral parlor
Don't you see it? MJ was right.
Even his dance moves, damn his skill was tight
His pants too.
It's a wonder how the media managed to fit in his pants too.
Achoooo! Shit I had forgot..the flue.