. COULDN’T ENTER THE DOOR TOGETHER Through the lanes we walked with the rose hedges side by side Sharing the ultimate intimacy With the swinging of our arm-in-arm Towards the door of entry Into the vudoing volucompul marrital acts Ecstasy was our priority All of a sudden the mic was turned on Voicing violently unpleasant salutations She denied me of appetizing dokono with o Turning the arm-in-arm into repulsive ripples While she walked to another husmamarry I am on my way looking for a wifmavolcamarry If the bodambo is broken Like a dropped fresh egg No need to ask of its content