Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. Emmanuel Phakathi Nov She cut through screaming Left the car idling Door ajar Shocked and angry An artist with no audience she feels She cut through screaming Left the car idling Door Ajar The manager ran after her " Candy here is your gig cash" More boos came What's wrong hunny They too dont like my music She cut through screaming Left the car idling Door Ajar Coke and brandy I made A drink for tortured souls She cut through screaming Left the car idling Door Ajar She wiped her tears stared at the guitar like a lover that's brought her pain She cut through screaming Left the car idling Door Ajar I finally found words for her " boring elevator music?
Continue reading Emily Dickinson. The Soul should always stand ajar. Yenson Jul Where Is Justice A while ago in East London, in an area called Poplar a black man lived with his wife Quiet, hardworking, law-abiding they both were. Empty beer cans littered their doorway, they all drank like fish fights and arguments rang late into the night Police visited twice, thrice weekly and it was known Jim burgled.
Mrs Scottish and two young daughters constant smiling invitations to black man next door, duly always deftly rejected. Black man and Mrs decided to stop lending money it was all going on beer and smoke and never paid back By the end of the week, their car had been vandalized and four wheels removed, racist leaflets started appearing on veranda. No more smiling coyly invites, now just loud music and loud intermittent bangs on walls from next door. We must complain, we most report all this to the Landlords.
No, lets just ignore them, not worth the hassle. Then it happened, black man arrives home one afternoon and finds his front door ajar, they had been burgled. None of you work, You are a bunch of lazy workshy, welfare scroungers, you are pathetic lowlife. You no-good non working class scums' a disgrace and an affront to the hardworking working classes.
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I will show you who runs the manor in East London. We have had enough of you and your anti-social behaviour. You are not going to mess with us no more! OH, YES! Mrs S retorted' You are the foreigner here, you are the one that would be leaving the country and going back to your Jungle'.
