the best tango in my asylum

  i do not know the wakka woo
the weezin or the wine
only here in timbuktu
i know

the perfect thyme.

Rosemary allergic
and lemon pap
Eureka

I sing bongos
waffles
and fright
full creatures.

You find no
cents in my
pocket
no pictures ring
my neck

the boulder on my eyeball is
a reason
but not the trek.

i do not know the wikka foo
the sparerib or the school
only here in
bars town wadda hek

i new
fic
shoon