Scorpion
You chuck de cheap shots, Gav,
are dem de best you 'ave?
I hear de same boo-hisses
when me pisses on de lav.
You say I cusp of misguided,
me I jus' say lost
when shinin' up de lightin'
on me language torch
see you crawlin' your belly
in de hermit dust
I gotta watch
I gotta watch
Dem is de big breaks, Gav,
like de real poets 'ave.
I not a proper poet
so me just down drag
mek a tight pack o' stuffin'
wi' no pregnant pause
til de bang full o' nuffin
frit de minotaurs
You gotta watch
You gotta watch
You gotta watch your back
no mek your shoulders roun';
de weight o' de manners
toss you up an' down.
Damn cheek call me chicken
when you hide in de ground
I put a sting on your tail
you lyin' lickle 'ound!
Ray Miller
Thu 18th Aug 2011 13:13
Dave. My influences are Lager, Red Wine, Althia and Donna and Viagra.I think that's the correct order.
Seriously, poetry should be a big tent/broad church.T.S.Eliot's Waste Land is my favourite poem but I've no time for the likes of Andrew Motion who decry the influence of rap.
Neil/Laura. I've got a pet scorpion called Gavin.We don't always see eye to eye. My nickname for him is Sting, 'cos it's like he's in The Police, The Poetry Police, I mean. All stanzas, stropes and juxtapositional - typical scorpion.Doesn't like being called Sting. No like me talk like dat, man. Well, he can stick his villanelles up his caesura for all I care.
Tom. You sound like a Spaghetti West Indian.