My Amanuensis

One clip, one clap on those pages
Two dots, throw darts at Meg’s wages
Hit slots, slip wands in toothpick cups
Let magic hit molars with luck

Three knives, two forks and one napkin
Make sure that pub serves kerosene
Four men would die, keep that counted
When one pleads, have that accounted.

Tread solfa’s with black and white steps
Black and white shoes, black and white dreads

On rainy days, play slash in mud
Cry as emotions mix with flood
Dry as sun rays mixes with dust
In few seconds we’ll find her musk

LARDO