Uncle Sam Loco
Unfortunately Our lives are not concrete
Rather they are mimics of yearnessness
To a second unknown’
I don’t know how you ease
When you seem bored and forlorn
how you laugh
when the hours lengthens and sore
So many ways to unwind
Some had opened their lips
To spit out the sorrows
Just when they see him act or natter
Once I watched Uncle Sam
I would laugh and fall from my couch
Till tears is shed and rewind again
It doesn’t hurt the tongues
When the mouth is deformed
It expands the ribs cavity
And let the blood flow to the crow
Uncle Sam
You left many ribs off the cuff
With razmatis unturned
In the world of comedy and fame
I can pay in tons of diamond to watch
Especially when the day is lengthened and jaded
Sam Loco, Baba Suwe and Baba Salah
Are the rib-Lords I know to the bones
From the time of myth like wheat
How could he have known
The shining door to the Hotel room
Was carved in his own casket and
The plume bed he laid was dug
In his own aptness grave
How!
RIP.
SAM LOKO
The Lord of Ribs
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