Quantum Ride Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Feeei! Feeei! the call of a conductor, this one
A call coming from behind, yes fully parked!
Two remaining! Feeei! come fill come and ride!
This one, I heard the cry of a fornute seeker-rap

One, two, three the quantum count inside the city
Heaps bottom of beings the seats mimic the hill
Seat! Oh my Horizon city, one two three behind
This one, seat! The quantum bride drive seat

The grey hair route a loop journey of that day
So seated back to kasungu of root canal daylight
From the dent fill of potholes drive, the quantum drive
Stop and twice Flip the bird I so dropped the dove eye

The grey hair route, this quantum ride took from there
One two three, my egged legs winged smiles count
Heaps bottom of beings the beast seats burped on this grey fairness
And rounded, pounded the king of root canal day