lundi 9 août 2010


By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I won’t cut and run
I won’t even cry
Why should I?
I’ll wear a smile
Even if it’s fake
I’ll look innocent
Even naif.

Then while she thinks she’s in for fun
I’ll suck her dry
With or without the pocket of rye
I’ll make her think she’s on the Nile
And preparing for a waltz
If she mentions the convent
I’ll throw away the sharpened knife.

Copyright 2010

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