Hangman

by Ali Guduf, Ahmed Hardallo & Musab Omer Yousif

intro: three friends,one dreary morning,decided to get lost together……..

Oh happy, happy morning

Wayfarer what jolts you so

Sarcasm?

Twas the early morning ritual
When along came Sir Mope-a-lot

It is no more
The beginning of days fall

Deprecate

Banana

Has potassium

Mozza

Has skills

Pain, very pain

Dolla dolla bill yo

Bullets bullets guns

Popping bottles
With the hoodrats
Of New Orleans

The man with the means, to clip the dope fiends

My woman put my ass out in the cold
I said: baby why ?
She said: I don’t love you no more

Yodley yodley

Wop do bop
Yo yo

The heart of a rose and the eye of the crow

Yodley

Wang wang wang

The taste of the grass and the smell of the dew
A lone cup
Glasses and earphones

Of ponce’s ambrosia

The weight of the glass and the nose of the Jew

The shield of solitude
The manner slower

The stale platitudes

An assasin’s attitude
The rich man’s charity in self servitude

Silence

Of the sheeps

The poor wayfarer bundles his doubts

for poor he must fare way

pull his socks and wiggle his big toe about

the ultimate struggle of existence

is to be acknowledged to exist

the egg sis tension ism

by a jury of your self righteous peers ?

lies

but by strangers who know you not

and care little

strangers no more,strangers know more

selfishness their humanity
to survive

impishness their frugality

to derive

silence

of the goats

baaaaaaaaaaaa

silence of old McDonald

awaiting slaughter they bleat

the Bar Mitzvah of a thrombotic event
the weeping voices of masked choices

the cut throat plays with his knife

the conscious jailer of dreamt failure

silence

the language of night

Silence

Will make you cower in fright

the droplets of blood on fur matted with sweat

nightly birds know few words

the wolves howl’s pierce the sable pitch

the hangman commits this to memory

commit this to memory ‘crotch’

the hanging man, hanging on the hangman’s rod

as bright ideas come and go,go and come as memory serves,feeding bitterness

sweet thy bitterness

think

NO,think no more

and cut

i raise your cut

for lateness awaits

think thou that the knife pierces thy thoughts with clarity!NAY

words
words
WORDS

words betray thoughts

thoughts reflect ideals

IDEAS ?

IDEALS

IDEAS

I DEALS