A TWIST BY ANOTHER NAME

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I lit it twice
I gave it life
And made it walk
Then I added the dreaded locks
For good measure.

I couldn`t care less about the price
Lest shredded wheat be rife
All I needed was cam wood and chalk
And a chip off the old blocks
That`s why I call it the looted treasure.


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