They’re smokin’ that pot on the corner, it’s smellin’ so sweet on the breeze. Me worries have flown out the window and I’m feeling weak at the knees. They’re playing that rap music loudly, it’s stirring up such a strong beat. I used to reach for me earplugs but this time I’m tapping me feet. They’re smoking that pot on the corner I should ring police I suppose. But they’ll only bring law and order… I quite like that smell up me nose. I’m ninety years old in a fortnight me future is open for bids. They’re smoking that pot on the corner and I’m getting high with the kids.
As published in From Back in the Days of Tanners and Bobs by A B Wyze
You can find A B Wyze’s books HERE
You can listen to A B Wyze’s poetry readings at Beat Radio – the schedule for when A B Wyze is on is accessible HERE. David’s slot is 10.15 to 10.30 each Monday, on the Morning Show – With Ian Griffiths & A B Wyze
