Count Blackula Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Soul brother moved in.
Quieter than mouse during the day.
When night falls your alter ego comes out to play.
Your volume is never low.
Hold onto the flat walls, in case your temper blows.
Rap music played really loud.
Throw a stage outside the flat,
you'd soon draw a huge crowd.

Talk all night with your band of men.
Black men together, higher than a kite.
Talking in language so foul.
Offend the nearest ghoul.
I pray for a ghost to haunt your flat.
But that poor spirit would flee.
I'd wish I could reason with you,
but you don't seem to give a damn.

The world doesn't revolve around you,
but other people live theirs to suit themselves.
But I don't go around putting peoples noses out of joint.
Take a tip, get together with your lady friend.
Instead of driving me around the bend.
Before someone stronger places a stake in your heart.
Count Blackula, your rule the night.
When you die, the neighbours would certainly reunite.

I Siddiqi 23/03/09