Though my poetry is crap
I’ll try my best with the gangster Rap.
Inmates in for smuggling dope
My poetry won’t stand a hope.
I’ll tell them I’m from UK.
Not down from George Town way.
That way it should not cause
An affront or an affray.
Last thing we want is a riot.
Though I’m sure the inmates will try it.
I’ll keep my back to the wall
As I don’t want to get stabbed at all.
Or something worse
Shoved up my bumbo.
By some frustrated man!
Lots of references to the gringo.
What’s he doing here?
He don’t speak the lingo!
So he can stick it up his bumbo!
He don’t know the rhythm.
And I ain’t no coconut!
But.
Man I can let the emotion out.
Words man! Scream and shout!
Don’t kill or maim.
Keep and give the Lord’s Love.
That is what it is all about!
Roger P. Read
From de UK.
7/6/19
