There was a country under the iroko
There lived Oroonoko
Oho! Aha! Sometimes somethings suffice
Better than beans and rice
For which we are sold; so rise
From under the iroko into slavery
Where your mail delivery
Can deceive me
Into falling over and over
Into insecure imitation fever.
Shall I, Oroonoko, sell again
My my mind for a glamorous pain?