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What’s the old saying? “Never piss off a writer”.

So here’s a new piece, second draft, and written as an experiment in rhymes and half-rhymes.

I’m really keen on getting feedback on it – critical suggestions of ways to improve it, lines which you think work, or don’t work.  Not just “I like it” or “I don’t like it”, but specifics.

If you have time, please leave a comment. Or if you’d prefer to do it more discreetly, email me (you can find my email in the “about mistakenforarealpoet’ page at the top of the screen).

If I get significant feedback, I’ll post a summary, and the next version of the poem.

Doing the “I’m self righteous”

So he meets her in the café

and he lets her buy the coffee

and he does the “I’m self righteous”

and she does the “I done wrong”

 

He’s kept a mental tally

and he’s working up this theory

that she only wants his money

and he’s laying sanctimony

on his outraged acrimony

and his heart is cold and brittle

for he’s found that she is fickle

 

He thinks of times together

How she showed him how to love her

How she proffered him her body

How she led him to believe her

yet was sleeping with another

and she hid the other lover

It was easy to deceive him

 

so he does the “I’m self righteous”

and she does the “I done wrong”

 

And he knows this final meeting

she might think his heart is bleeding

but he’ll cover up his needing

he refuses this competing

with another man she’s cheating

and even though he’s yearning

for her touch his skin is burning

 

and he sensed that she was changing

but was caught up in his courting

so he couldn’t see the markings

yet it only took one question

‘til she whispered her confession

and it hit him in his stomach

like a hammer blow or gunshot

 

Did you do something you regret?

Yes I took a man to my bed

She’d been feeling sad and needy

The words slipped from her easy

In drunken stupor lusting

For a man she’d known before him

and she knew the price that she’d pay

 

So he meets her in the café

and he lets her buy the coffee

for he’s kept a mental tally

and they play their roles precisely

he whips up his indignation

and seeking vindication

leaves her sitting in stunned silence

 

yes he’s feeling  so self righteous

and she’s feeling so damned wrong
  

Luka Lesson came over to Adelaide from Melbourne recently to perform and to present a workshop (which was great by the way). A lovely man as well as a huge talent. He performed this piece at the end of the workshop.  This video is from his tour of the U.S.A, and shows him wowing the crowd at the Nuyorican club with his astonishing piece “May your Pen Grace the Page”.  I love the way the audience is involved in the poem – they loudly declare their admiration for his words.


What a man, and what a great message.




http://lukalesson.com/


Luka’s web site is at:

Luka Lesson has put me onto a Muslim Hip-Hop poet called Amir Sulaiman.  This man is addictive, though not to everyone’s taste of course. But even if you don’t like his words or his style, marvel at his energy and creativity.




Plenty of his stuff on Youtube. Here’s an example:





And if you do like him, you can download his album for free from:

http://www.amirsulaiman.com/