Gonokan Crying (Wolf, Wolf...My Sheep) Poem by Earnest Gatuma

Soliciting ammo to your project
Felon under pursuit,
Fugitive
False positive,
You reckon faulty results
My blood kin tapped into my pose
Toppled my hierarchy status over
Forced errors from Gonokan my brother,
Grand and guardian our mother,
I should address you through the phone line
Frequency cringing like hit by an EMP strike,
Reasons entangle me to hang up,
Whenever you call,
'Wolf, wolf please! ? ', you whistle blow for DEA's aide.

I'd ignore for that's spooky at a distance,
False alarm,
Gonokan the sly shepherd
Miss me with your factivity!
'Red light on the coco! ', your answer monotonous like an old mantra.

No strings attached
This conspicuous theory like einsteinsh,
Nazarite like because of your abstinence
No wine but you dine with a Cuban slinged.