I dont think of this as a poem its zaidi like sadness and confusion today one of my neighbours died my brother called me over to see i saw them songesha the body coverd in a red blanket and the men in black suits and i thought to myself in that moment i never alisema hello never waved au smiled at her when i come to think of it i never saw her have one visitor i alisema to myself i wish i could cry right now but i couldnt i just couldnt i told myself i hope whatever i have done in my life would not make me die alone thats all i ask for and all i wish for
I was born on a karanga plantation 62 sekunde before my dad blinked for the kajillionth time. The turkeys played an orchestra piece called "Eat my shorts", kwa Bart Simpson. Homer was right there, eating a donut, when Marge walked in with a turkey baster. Immediately, the orchestra fled to Treasure Island to retrieve a '92 Toyota Corona. Then Sir Francis drake showed up to ask me if I could cut his hair. He said, "I needeth a cuteth of my hair to impress Medusa." So I hopped on my hovercraft and grabbed my scissors. He gave me a pice of chokoleti fudge cake as a reward. I suddenly needed my diaper changed, so I went to my mommy and said, "Mom, I made a cow pie. Either give me a new diaper, au eat my patty." She patted my head and changed me. And that's all about the siku I was born.