I can drink flame and fire your sister and
stake your claim. Mister. Three Fingers.
Of. Doubt. That's Me. There's a devil
of a time to be had just now washing
up on shore. This ain't no Philadelphia
brothel. Here the coins stick in the slot,
and nothing comes down the chute.
Hey, Mugambe, here's to you. Today.
Twenty blind soldiers are washing your
face, taking alkali to Tennessee,
Zimbabwe and Malay.