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