Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
  particular about the point it made.
  Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper,
  this black juice came out on a hard shelled chin.
  And that called that 'tobacco juice'.
  I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx.
  My entire room absorbed every echo..
  The music was.. thud like. The music was.. thud like.
  I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug.
  Opaque melodies that would bug most people.
  Music from the other side of the fence.
  A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads.
  On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt.
  With same color shadows, and seamed(?) knobbed knees, and what-nots.
  The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd.
  Beside the fly-pecked black doorway,
  that looked closed on the tar-lattice street.
  Up a wrought iron fire escape.
  Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with
  dark, hard, dark rubber wheels.
  Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek!
  Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
  particular about the point it made.
  
  Sam was a BASKET CASE!
  
  A hardened dark ivory clip held.. saleable everyday pencils.
  I wish I had a pair 'o bongos!
  Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury!
  Oowwwww! Bongo Fury!
  (boogie!)
  Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury!