Sam With the Showing Scalp Flat Top

Sam with the showing scalp flat top Particular about the point it made Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin And they called that 'tobacco juice' I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx My entire room absorbed every echo The music was… thud like The music was… thud like I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug Opaque melodies that would bug most people Music from the other side of the fence A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd Beside the fly-pecked black doorway That looked closed on the tar-lattice street Up a wrought iron fire escape Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Sam with the showing scalp flat top Particular about the point it made Sam was a BASKET CASE! A hardened dark ivory clip held… saleable everyday pencils I wish I had a pair 'o bongos! Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury! Oowwwww! Bongo Fury! (Boogie!) Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury… Bongo Fury…