I love a brand new day - you prefer the night
I love a nice red wine -you must drink the white.
I love the country life - you are city bred
I love our great big house - you enjoy your shed.
I love our fluffy cat - you walk with the dog
I love to laze around - you then run or jog.
I love a sunny day - you will pray for rain
I love to catch a bus - you get on the train.
I love black coffee strong - you sip on white tea
I love to read a book - you watch a movie.
I love our different ways - opposites attract
I know that you love me - that is just a fact.
late, unnatural,
and made in chicago.
city-bred all over yesterday.
an irate ashanti,
in the ducts and alleyways
of tomorrow.
awaits the god-type,
the omniscient zulu;
the stone;
the voice of america
in black english.
She had a beautiful smile
I was instantly drawn to her
The woman I spoke to
Laughed at my wonder
Took me by the hand
And led me to the middle
I was struck by the lines of green
Under a canopy of vast blue sky
Where farmers were busy
Cultivating the land
She told me she sowed seeds
As she showed me how she thrived
Wrapped in traditional fabric
A mother and a wife
She took me through her joys and sorrows
And led me through mud huts so cool
In the early evening light
Everyone knew each other
Securely bound by common ties
All the woman folk holding children
Stood around to welcome
This city bred stranger
She offered me tea filling common space
That feeling of less stress and noise
Broken by a child who reaches out and cries
I was so touched with the kindness that I found
My feet now touched idyllic ground!
22.7.22
Something yond is sore to proveth,
judging those who is't disagreeth,
hurst nay hast peat swamp.
People breath their owneth blood,
Ulcers replaceth green air?
Benumbed lungs and panshard death,
city born city bred?
Of Clive's Aspirations.............
When just a lad Clive often thought,
of the best job for the city bred,
he'd spring a job with a hooker sort,
and he'd work from under her bed.
When they'd ask he'd say "I'm the bump up man,
I lurk beneath her bed,
and when it's out of steam she's ran,
I hoist her ass instead."
Clive got the idea while in the pub,
when the boys said "would he dare",
ask the massage parlor madam for a five dollar rub,
got a slap from the bouncer there.
so now he sticks to farming bee's ,
they sting more than they slap,
the bump up man has smokers wheese,
the bees don't give a crap....
Clive does swedish massage now in Brisbane Australia 07-32082362
by D Johnson
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