64.       SAIIA

I walked tall in the house of my holistic farther
But I could not afford your membership fees
I once brought dark men to the heads
As a new president was born
From between the bars to the stars
Where his security pin on dots.
Once a general was the house’s chairman
And I brought him a delegation of small Hawks
As for a lesser fee they would join me
On an intelligence flight
Of the world and Africa
As we all sit in the front row
For at that point you will find me
Rolling the pen over paper
And my flashes chisel out your complexion.