Laugh like Hyena picking bones like guitar sting.
Where the moon blows, I believe we have met before.
"Your accent is familiar, have you tried the chicken?"
"Allspice is my guess."
"There may be cloves too."
"Could use a little sea salt."
Clapping would be nice, had we thumbs. Baby,
I know it. Don't you start. If you start, I will lose it.
"Jah-quel, you are too late and I am already gone-"
