wanksta
a one-line poem in itself;
a sociological truffle
to be sniffed, snorted and snaffled
by academic hogstas;
a British schoolboy taunt
for a sad loser
with more than a hint of
adolescent sexual guilt
and strengthened by the shouts
of football terraces
now fierce with
the combative
minority-to-majority
two fingers to Culture
black ethos of the deprived
asserting its claim,
rappin ' on the door, yea, rappin' on the door
of that same Kulcha
yet mediated by the assertive
individual competition
of those same cultural fighters
taunting each other,
schoolboys with loaded guns
wanksta
wanksta, wanksta,
yo ain't no gangsta
a word that's all front
and no back
but as a poet
I enjoy it
this youngsta
kidstar
on the block
of living language
Your fascination with language and its origins serves you in good stead in this poem. A witty and engaging read
This is a powerful and engaging poem, Michael. I think the line, 'a word that's all front and no back' is terribly good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem. this brilliant. good usage of language.