I came over to console you,
because your baby father died...(of AIDS)
Your brother shouted harder
as I made my way inside..
Voices from behind the door,
made it obvious to me
Had I come another time,
I'd have a better see...
You're dialling the police,
two men.. calmly walked away
The Government, provides a road
and we can have our say
You.. immediately upset,
I'm thinking... stupid me? no more!
I'm not the fighting kind,
and you weren't forced, for sure

As men be frank and conversate, unravelled came your plans
Working hard all through the day, at night...on different lands
A year and some and growing, and two failed pregnancies
In front of him your saying... was only "one" for me
The truth so blurred and distant, my heart so filled with rage
It's now I want to hit you, so we can dis-engage
For never in a million in fact just make it two
Has a stupid.. stinking.. slimy, big butt slut, been in my bed like you.

I take my leave and exit, you seem to like "Z" car
Distance near to travel, your home now seems so far
Audacity to call me, his voice is on my phone?
The plot is getting sweeter, I feel I'm not alone...
We chat and you assist him, sitting by his side
He asks and I oblige him, respect is not denied.
Short for now... but later, again "we" lenghty speak
My panties you were wearing, and what a smell you wreak..

So now I get coniving, for sometimes there's a tape
He's saying I should keep you, though he has never raped...
The last time I went through this, you were rather young
I tell him what he wants to hear... for you, I have a song!
My number one intention, is to fake a cry and see
Tell you I still love you, and call you constantly...
While speaking to your parents, to see who knew the plan
Your brother so long covered, he knows that I'm.. The Man
And when you know what hit you, pray! that I'll be kind.
You don't really want to see the rest, of this Bajan Valentine

I should make this into a play...

DISHANGO

piece more?

You were only but a fu*k, A SLUT!.. that wanted me...
I thank you for the punny, the food, and his currency
The times we spent together, were by design you fool
I wrote the book you're reading, I teach the funking school
The boring chats you offered, so uneducatedly you spoke
Is why we stayed indoors, in public.. you're a joke!
English language is essential, if you should choose to play
With "peeps" who go on cruises, and have little to say
You only got me hostile, cause you tried to sound legit
Feeling you got me covered, don't know the half of it...
When next you feel to tackle, a league.. that includes me.
you need to do your homework, and learn psychology.

piece more? Maybe later...


PS. The Lord tell me doan get back wid you too...