The Pot

Hey wake up 

Your time is running faster 

Like the _SGR_to M'mbasa

Set your right dawn 

Which is the sunset 

As your peers do always 

Just not to keep their naked customers awaiting

By the corridors

Of the flowing markets of Ahero

And the dark streets of Kisumu.

Cut your s'kts short 

Let the dark thigh wave 

To your lickers 

Cut your _top_ short 

Make it reach your waist

Not as soon as Christ return 

Make a shape infront 

Cut some part if breast hide

Let your nipple wave

And make your customers warm 

Cut some pieces from your back

Have a mark for your lickers 

Let them feel you care

Let their presence flow

One after the other

Legs apart, sides by sides

Give your love and heart 

To the pains for penny 

Cry slowly as the street dogs

Lick your known beautiful pot

Rush and make your pot naked 

Every twilight and dusk 

If you will and want more cash

Strain for money

Call closer your destiny 

Altogether,elongate your eulogy