Soft Bastards.

Let me tell you this,about a few people I have known.

I have met soft people,

I pat their backs and a bone breaks!

I rub their hair and their skull aches.

They always want me to sooth music into their ears and paint euphoria for their eyes.

They want me all soft and comfy womfy,they like it.

But you should see them when they pick up their clubs and spears.

They poke me all over, they knock me on every joint.

They skin music away from the tip of my tongue and knock sense into painted euphoria.

But I am tough and they are soft.

I always turn up to pat their backs and rub their hair.

~Koome Manyara.~