THREE WISE FOPS

Iam seated alone on my bed
Hours past i had fervently hoped to sleep but in vain
Randomly i scribble thoughts
Thoughts that iam not sure exist
You might then wonder what iam talking about.

I have friends who share in this disease
This plague that eats up mankinds mind
Look around you
Notice any one with a paper and a pen, thats the symptom
The infection spreads rapidly
And they begin to vomit words
As they diarrheate wisdom with bellies filled with juicy, fat margots of experience
Their eyes gush out, flowing cascades of natures ugly beautiful face
Their breath stinks of rotten eggs, polluting the air with a sweet fragrance
One would wonder how to escape
This atmost happy madness.

I suddenly was driven to this memory
When i first set my eyes on Lake Nambozo
Her shapely and curvey waves like hips
Her protruding islands like milky breasts
Her tributary named after the great Zion
Her shores shaped like soft sandy tasty lips
I stood by watching her yet it was that never for me.

By her stood Mountain Tibasiima
Who had currently relocated to Old York City
He appeared tall and strong
But some how his eruptions
Revealed his melancholic side
None the less he smiled even when he cried.

Then there was Lubwama the monkey that was exiled
Freed from the thick jungles of East Africa
A chatter box as usual
Without a banana in his mouth
It would turn to an endless quest of argument
Like a free spirit he swayed about
Moving by the calmness of the wind

Dont be mistaken reader
For the source of Lake Nambozo is the heart beat of Mountain Tibasiima
And the foundations of Mountain Tibasiima
Is monkey Lubwamas play ground

However i will not take part in this idolatory
For these three creations of God
Blaspheme God by calling them selves the trinity
I laugh at them
For all this is a joke in loving hatred.