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Selector Is Dead
I chose the reggae mix
Not because i have long hair
Not because i have read eyes
Not because I chew the cud
Just because i love selector
I chose to listen
Because of Selector
He reigns in the kingdom
Of my old box radio
With his maroon black suit
he mixes better
Pulling his aerials
I know the battery cells
were dieing
But i didn't know selector
Was sick
The copper meal was turning metallic
I hit my cassette tape
And put in selector's box
Selectors tuxedo was moving with rhythm
Reggae tone, Nine one one mixing
As sleep squeezed
Juice out of my marbles
Till my mouth was left hanging open
with malt juice stretching like magma
From my endless pit
As i enjoyed the madness
snoozing..
When the sleep bondage
Let me free
Shock welcomed me from the world
of more sleep more slander
To a world still like the grace
The whole house was dead
I could smell the corpse in my socks
And silence reminded me my bottle
Selector was mixing nothing
I could only hear his shoe kicking
The mixer Since It is you to kick the bucket
Not selector
I chose to unscrew my box radio
With my eyes about to fall from the socket
Sorrow was waiting for me
With wide fangs
Selector was there
Sleeping between positive and negative
the cockroach was dead
I was pissed off
To discover that selector
Had gone to meet Lucky Dude
In paradise
I chose the Cosby fish coffin
Knelt and spit on the floor
sneezed two times and
walked to my neighbor
Do you have any bored selector there?
I asked a fool who studied world war two
And chose to practice it on my selector dudes
My neighbor stared at me
And I asked again
Do you have any cockroaches you give me one
He thought i was crazy
I remembered he is lawyer
The best he does is wear a black suit
Like that of young selector
Yes i smoked evaporated from my hair
And i remembered young selector
The Sound mixer who went on strike
And feasted on my green shirt
For not buying him a radio box
I found him In the corner of a cupboard
Mourning his papa
I said come dude, don't mourn Big selector
He went to meet Bob money
I will be nice to you
You will be my selector
Come we mix 'don't worry be happy tone'
I put him in the radio box
At the sit of the late selector
Gave him morale
by putting new charged batteries
And I screamed
Rock dem' selecto
I turned on the radio box
And my new hired selector
Was like his late dad
he mixed my best hit
'Don't worry, die happy
Rest In Peace
DJ selector
Copyright ©
Muhereza Rodgers Roger
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