It’s the red plastic cups With the light frames and uniform Which weigh heavy on my mind. But not on yours, unsullied, That thinks only of roots and how far they will travel. How unfair to those truly a part of this world, To be burdened by stray figures Affixed to the passing of time....
Writing about not being able to write is possibly the biggest cop-out there is, so it doesn’t surprise me that I’m doing it. I wish I could say the lack of content on this site is due to my busy lifestyle and trying to keep up with how popular I have become, but I think...
“From Kingston, Jamaica – we call him Toots. The man who gave us the word reggae with a song called “Do The Reggay” way back, and if you hang out with someone really ugly you can say “You huggin’ up the big Monkey Man”
