Area 51 Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Area 51



Surf, surface!
Area 51;
Face, surface!
Area 51;
Drone, one!
Area 51;
Birds and butterflies! !
Like the rush hour in Tokyo.

Butter, butterflies!
To the crocodile farm;
Mental, mentality!
Hybrid;
And like Saturday Night in Soweto.

Breed, bybrid!
Poetry is the way of my life,
Contamination, decontamination!
Area 51;
Abstract art!
Poetry is in my blood.

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