Me
At some point
In my life
I surmise
Of here today
The story of its worth
Will begin to be seen to exist
In its real pre-destined grave
Of more than so far what seems made
Of a bizarre sequence
Of strange interactions
With Arabs
Aborigines darker than me
Two parents who missed the boat on me
And a field of disgusting nightly
Dream mind enquiries
As to how most easily
Rip off all the rest
Of my own work effort consequences
Will they ever thus let
Their minds accept that my best
Is in strong will they never counted upon
To cause every account
Beholden to Allah belong
Be today sung strong
And Love perfectly long
In King Solomon’s song
For the truth was never wrong
