By Tikum Mbah Azonga
No, I haven`t lost my crystal bearings
I still have my head solidly above my shoulders
And my sour grape mouth where it should be
That is, where my metallic money is
No matter how strongly the westerly wind blows
I resolutely refuse to be blown away.
I`ve steered clear of the haply ducklings
And stacked away all the king boulders
I`ve reinforced the mutinous family tree
And warded off all below-the-belt blows
That`s why I`m cock sure I can hols sway.