I spit

I spit unspoken words on the grave of my ancestors
To wake them up like wake of death on earth
I spit spiritual words.

Wording in modern of new universe in universal soldier
It's a brand new day
With lots of hopes and I cope in the cape of good hope
I spit unspoken words.

Joining my lips and produce sweet words
Like fresh honey in honeymoon even
my fiance call me honey
I spit tasty words my dear friend.

I may cause mix up and mess up with lovers leaving their loved one due to sweetness of well spitted and sported words in the book of LA poetics my new chapter in this crazy world, worldwide my dearest friend.

I spit and spit solid words liquidise like liquidation process in progress of progressive stage my friend
I am a spitter spotter spotted in spitted unspoken words.

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya