March 23, 2005

 

 

 

The Twenty-two Castles Of King Kong Kat

Togane jamming with Ba-àdle

(For Abdullahi Sheikh Elmi “Watoosi” from Hutu Togane)

 

You are what you repeat.

 —Aristotle

 

There are two things that bear repeating

Singing songs of gratitude & praise to God

 &

Walking after the fleshy fat fanny of  a Majerten maid.

—An Abgal folk Somali saying

 

I

Sneaking off

Out on an all-night-long tear of a trip

Out cold on an ocean of Arabian tea

On a wild jaad jag of a chase

After African tea

Running off at the mouth all night long

Seldom slinking home to sleep it off

Belong to you o sleepless insomniac qaat.

 

II

 

Hundreds of dead-end designs desires dirty devices

 

Hundreds of castles

 

Built

In white nights of black lies

Fortified

 

By booze

 

By blarney

 

By baloney

By balderdash

By bullshit

 

By bushwa

By blather

By palaver

 

By powwow

 

By wow

 

By how

 

By hooey

By woe

By no

 

By nyet ni katova

 

Belong to you o motor mouth muncher moocher.

 

III

 

Fitful sleep

 

Bucking nightmares

 

Buffeting somniloquy

Woeful wakefulness

Jumpy

 

With jinnee

 

With jitters

 

With jimjams

 

Belong to you o jinnee jaat.

 

IV

 Heart-felt

Heart-throbbing desire

That is burning

Hot

Heavy

 

Horny

 

And a dangling dead dick shriveled upon shrunken balls

 

That can’t cut the pussy’s mustard

 

That can’t bounce & dance on hairy holy holes

 

That can’t jump for joy

 

Into juicy malleable meable mortars

 

Belong to you o crippled cat.

V

Late Laughter into the wee hours of the night 

Shtupped

Strumpeted

 

Stumped

 

Stamped

 

Stunned

 

Topped

 

Trumped

 

Trumpeted

By lamentation

Belongs to you o Kaffir kat.

VI

 

Clanism

 

The most insidious sort of Somali KKK racism

Loss of Ee-maan

Loss of faith in Allah

Loss of faith in one’s very own identity

Belong to you o black infidel gaal gadabout. 

VII

Poverty

 

That is nigger rich

 

That plays being a millionaire for the night

 

That never pays off

 

That shoots its wad all the time

That plays ducks & drakes

With all its might & main

 

With all its wherewithal

 

Fantasy & fatude

Faanfaan & fanfaronade

Belong to you o jittery jaat.

 VIII

 A slick sick sucker such as you o jaad

 

With dead lusterless useless staring eyes

 

That can’t blink

 

With stinking smelly nigger sweat

 

With sticky kat sick shtick

 

Is jumped

Is jammed

Is rammed

 

Is rimmed

 

Is raped

 

Is rapined

Is run over

By incubus

 

By succubus

 

By Queen Mab.

 

IX

 

Hallucination

Horror

Harlots

Hirelings

Hell herself

 

Belong to you o katzenjammer kat.

 

X

 

Gorging on jaat

 

Denying dear ones

 

Their daily denar

 

Their daily bread

Their daily word

Belong to you o cheating jaat.

 

XI

 

Broken homes

Broken hearts

Rows & recriminations

 

Regrets & remorse

 

Rues & ruinations

Belong to you o contrary cat.

 

XII

 

Ninnies

 

Who can’t get it up

Who can’t pop a boner

Who can’t scratch where they itch

Who can’t bless

Who can’t baptize where they burn

Who have a mouth but nothing to eat it with

Who are comatose with despair disgrace disgust

 

Who Always crawl back to you o cat for comforting cunnilingus

Permanently belong to you.

                                                                        

XIII

Neighing nags

Who are loony with lust

Who are bellicose with disgust & disquiet

Belong to you o impotent non-electric nada eel.

 

XIV

 

A famished belly feasting

Upon piles

Upon piles of boundless bundles of kat twiggy turds

 

Upon which to rue ruminate run aground & maroon

Belongs to you o kinky stinky slinky Arabian Sea of sixes & sevens.

 

XV

 

A hapless helpless hopeless hungry heart

 

Burnt crisp

 

Burnt black

Sucking

Sighing

Signaling

For yet another deceiving dissatisfying disgusting cigarette

For yet another coughing furious fitful farting fit

Belongs to you o breathless bummer.

 

XVI

 

Cadging

 

Begging

 

Borrowing

 

Stealing

 

Robbing Mahammad to pay Mahamud

Praying

Pleading

 

Pestering your very own peers

For a touch

For a hit

 

For a handout

 

For one more bundle of bringdown

 

For one more angry fix

 

On dead-end qaat qurun streets

 

Feeling

 

No shyness

 

No shame

No embarrassment

Belong to you o shameless sharmoot

 

Who never scats

Who always scams

Who is always

In a jam

In Queer Street.

XVII

Walking off with whatever you want

 

Never paying back what you owe

 

Never owning up

 

To what you have become now

 

An ogre on a short jaat leash

 

With no leeway

 

With no mercy

 

With no way out

Belong to you o jailing jaat.

XVIII

Thievery

Robbery

Russian roulette

Gambling at gunpoint

Playing ducks & drakes

 

Belong to you o daredevil dimwit.

 

XIX

 

Frenzied mindless mobs

 

Merciless moriyan

 

Pitiless bandits of bayaye

 

From the boondocks of mugdi Mudug

 

Stampeding

 

Clashing

 

Clamoring

 

Coons with Kalashnikovs

 

Killing

 

For kicks

Killing

For kat

Belong to you o thirsty juiceless useless Djenoun jejune jaad.

 

XX

 

Jaat lotus-eaters

 

Too spaced out

Too slothful

To hie home

 

To shit

 

To shave

 

To shower

 

Belong to you o constipated king.

 

XXI

 

A stinking sour sooty sewer mouth

Rip-roaring

Bristling

 

With sooty black old rotten tooth stumps

 

That always grimaces

 

Behind the bootless protection of paws

That never

Tripped up

 

Tackled

 

Tussled

 

Or

 

Tangoed

 

With a toothbrush

 

Belongs to you o you toothless tief.

 

XXII

 

War Jama-o

Ninkee jaad unaa

Gusku woo jil-à!

O Jama

O Jim

O Mr. Bojangles

 If you wanna keep on jumping so high

Eschew jaad

For if you ever chew jaad

Your jumper

Your dancer

Your hammer

Your jammer

Your juicer 

Your jimmy                             

Your jinnee                       

Gets chewed up by jaad

To a stumpy lumpy useless pulp

Softer than jelly roll

 

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