Kenya

I’ve heard tell of some suicide cult in Kenya; Poor folk pledged to starve themselves to death For God’s glory, and so malevolent surgeons Can harvest their organs for profit in trade. Well, I’ve been to Kenya, and I can say this: Mombasa seemed quite exotic with its Sculpted elephant tusk archway granting Unfettered access to the Year of the Cat. The open road to Nairobi was a safari adventure in itself, Needing no explanation other than a quarter pound Of the finest black Afghan hashish this side of Kandahar. While in Kenya, I never once thought of killing myself. But I did determine that it would be unsafe To pass out drunk in any public venue For fear of waking up with a pain in my side And find I’m missing one of my kidneys. Kenya, dig it.