Dear Arbitration/Negotiation (you are Siamese twins right?).Sigh. . . Simplicity of an infantile mind that used to be mine. . .Q'uest qui c'est pase? Tu me manque turns to what the f.ck? Rumour say you cant perform magic to a new born babe in its state of absolute awe as regards everything. . . Yah, literal magic tricks, tongue twists and wordplay meaning less than sh.t to the likes of hers who read these lines. . .
It is with little or no consideration that i write back to you without haste to bring to your attention that I shalt not attend this marriage between Common Sense and Nonsense perfumed by the lyrics to your favourite soap opera soundtrack. This is not a répondez s'il-vous plâit but a f.ck you, you're too late kinda message!
"I hates it. . "
"Well, it hate you too. . ."
He tried to help her read em lines along with the snares and kicks of Kick Push. . . But still wasn't getting in. . . Broke down metaphor by metaphor until he was done for. . .held as if by cuffs to the sight of her Afro puff. . .
Thus follows the banal cry of the human body and soul tested to the extreme. . .of the same wavelength as Pastor Njoya's deathly screams at the mercy of the GSU, First marathoners collapse with the news of victory in Grecian raspy monotone. . . Something closer to Eureka Eureka. .but then again he couldn't shout that hard. . .his probation officer would detect the unmistakable whiff of the reefer. . .
But even the whisper was loud enough to jolt them all out of their Nirvana-esque cocoons. . .the same way the village chieftain would detect that one of his slaves has been between his first wife's legs. . . Quick response is to wipe this insignificant tick off his present life into re-incarnation as a less bacteria in the next. . . But then again thoughts of his virility rush in. . .which of these bastard kids are mine and which are his. . .
So he still don't get why she laugh when he say hes listening to Bach's 'Air on a G string'. . . Simple minds diluted further by sizzling IQs. . .Geniuses drunk to a stupor when doused with simple minds. . .
A great mind minds his Ps and Qs, i was once told. Ask a pimp and he'll tell you p.ssy first questions last. . .last question being where's my money at?
Signed this day of X , month of Y, year of XYZ. . .
I stand still as I wait for the ebb
Mind slowly weaving an intricate web
The wind w'ispering a rebirth of the past
And secrets of those cast away and away cast
Nightfall brings with it a strange maze
Moonlight adds to it a purple haze
The sea leaves my feet to unfold
Wounds where the chains no longer hold
Wounds no more but wings to fly
'Scuse me Miss, while I kiss the sky