1st lvl Sista
18 years
Or thereabouts
'Fighting for a fairer society'
For love
For Love
And for Sanity
And for my sanity
Roundabout that
Ive tried to rap
And to film or write this or that
You know what?
Most of its a load of old crap
Except as battle cries
With a bit of snap
Crackle and pop
Polemics that are nice and twisty
Snipes that are bitchy
Blows against the mighty
That are titchy
All the rest?
Untieing myself
From ill chosen words
Spoken in a Nike vest
At choosing my words wisely
I was not the best
It is all too easy to wish Thatcher dead
And wound ones lover instead
When I said 'Fuck it. We'll fight them.'
By 'It,'
I didnt mean the one with whom
I shared a bed
And who made my blood red
Who rose my bread
Was she yeast?
Not in the least
No more than I a beast
'Im a man not an animal,'
She was a song and singer
Like one of Clyve Bonelle's
Riot Grrl vinyls
The violins are inherent in the cistern
I flush my 23rd lvl party card
To be a 1st lvl sista
To get old you gotta be hard.
Fuck being a bard
Ill spit some well chosen words
To unsettle our lairds
Povey 2015