Up the Tungule!

simplemind · 2018-01-02T22:16:23+00:00

When Negro Teeth Speak Everyone thinks me a cannibal But you know how people talk Everyone sees my red gums but who Has white ones Up with tomatoes Everyone says fewer tourists will come Now But you know We aren’t in America and anyway everyone Is broke Everyone says it’s my fault and is afraid But look My teeth are white not red I haven’t eaten anyone People are wicked and say I gobble The tourists roasted Or perhaps grilled Roasted or grilled I asked them They fell silent and looked fearfully at my gums Up with tomatoes Everyone knows an arable country has agriculture Up with vegetables Everyone maintain that vegetables Don’t nourish the grower well And that I am well-grown for an undeveloped man Miserable vermin living on tourists Down with my teeth Everyone suddenly surrounded me Fettered Thrown down prostrated At the feet of justice Cannibal or not cannibal Speak up Ah you think yourself clever And try to look proud Now we’ll see you get what’s coming to you What is your last word Poor condemned man I shouted up with tomatoes The men were cruel and the women curious you see There was one in the peering circle Who with her voice rattling like the lid of a casserole Screamed Yelped Open him up I’m sure papa is still inside The knives being blunt Which is understandable among vegetarians Like the Westerners They grabbed a Gillette blade And patiently Crisss Crasss Floccc They opened my belly A plantation of tomatoes was growing there Irrigated by streams of palm wine Up with tomatoes By Ouologuem Yambo

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Start date Jan 3, 2018

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