Old, dirty fucker
Yuh see ah always know,
Dis go happen, blue eyes watching,
My park bench, as crows fly overhead,
Wondering what’s inside that man,
From a sticky place, where the sun,
Can’t hide.
Ah crown of silver,
And rhythm fuh so, while into school,
They traipse, followed by prams,
Full of dreams, and I wonder if they know,
The bickering of ram-packed neighbours,
Rum so hot it can fire-up any temper.
Yute man dreams,
To kick ball for Great Britain,
But I watch them jittery,
See their timidity and hear the ‘this is mine’,
In voices full of laughter,
Knowing it might turn my way.
When meh heart get big,
Is woman tek meh, at arm’s length,
Ice queen, Barbie doll,
Milk maid, Snow White,
While I see a princess,
To their footman and cordial hellos.
De strength to protect she,
Mek me watchman,
Great friend to walk home with,
Coyed by the man smell,
And the he’s bound to be painful.
So, wait yuh turn, I does say,
Fuh she to settle she ways,
Bringing liver spots and knock knees,
For companionship to watch them,
With her, we’re the Crinklies, The Couple
Looking out, hopeful.
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