mardi 19 janvier 2010


By Tikum Mbah Azonga

He wore Lilliputian slippers
And Calabar trousers
He was clean shaven like a twentieth century monk
And his speech lacked coherence.

But inside of him he wore diapers
And daily he sold sour fertilizers
So all the talk about the stolen trunk
From him drew no reverence.

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