Hey, Posse. Ahhoooo! Poem by Grant House

Hey, Posse. Ahhoooo!



AhhOooo!
Hey, dawgs. Get down.
Queenie wears a crown
She dis’d the dude that made her sad.
Now she’s happy, laughing, dancing,
Now she’s glad.

Look out, she said.
He’s my man.
Loves me, takes my hand.
You gangstas come to shout
Good luck, ya’ll.
Let’s work it out.

Get up for this
Wake up, shake up, stand up for this
Friend, sister, brother
Father, mother,
These two lovers.
Want your cover.

Don’t you know,
Today’s their day.
The role we play, the things we say,
Through happiness and sorrow
Fill tomorrow with
Goodness, happiness, and bliss to borrow

Queenie ain’t never been so satisfied.
She cried the day she realized that
He’s her man.
When he takes her hand
We’ll be their band.

Hey, Posse, out of tune or harmonize
Howl love’s praises to the skies.
AhhOooo!

Hey, Posse, harmonize or out of tune
Howl love’s praises to the moon.
AhhOooo!

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