Thursday, 9 September 2010

The Last Poets' Barman

I am the Last Poets' barman,
They're in here all the time, 
Dreaming of revolution,
With a mix of jazz and rhyme. 
Progenitors of hip-hop,
Embarrassed at their luck,
To be considered father
To a bunch of rappers who suck. 
Who rap about the rocks they got,
And their new clothing range,
Hardly weighty verse designed
To engender social change. 
I'm the Last Poets' barman,
I help them drown their sorrow. 
I pour a round and call a toast:
"The Revolution Starts Tomorrow!"

- Andy Bennett

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