Give us some poetry?
Me, we..?
These are the words;
Of Muhammad Ali..!
Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back the chorus
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
All—baba-booyah!
The peoples champion!
A roaring, catlike, lion
With longlegs of lynxes
A king of all..? Cobras
With a right leading, paw...
His arms like a ripsaw...
With words of combat
He’s a buzzing black, gnat...
In the ears of a wall,
Fury, surely, he’s only a meatball.
A half crazed; George Forman
He isn’t there American, Tarzan
Muhammad Ali...
Ail—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back they in chorus
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Hellfire’s sharpen a beast
Who isn’t yet a baptized priest?
This unleashes a bears raging claws
In a taciturn of natural laws
A trudging elephant goes, sleeping...
Wearily on the ropes he’s waiting...
Tobacco chewing the brawlers
Heart weakening boulders—
And his own leaf shedding soul
All his admirers console!
Muhammad Ali...
Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back in chorus
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Mean while, me, we..?
Ali, tenderly inward-sobs..!
Me, we..? Me, we..?
For three whole rounds he bobs...
Till his sobs, override
His natives absent ringside-
Fear; then does he begin to hear..!
A charlatan’s heart beating, drums...
With no more tantrums,
He wakes the African, elephant
Wounded and yet more grievant
It’s then this road, turnpikes’
And a preordained cobra strikes
At a watermelon gatherer
Bewildered, headlong guilty of his own perjure.
