Jazz and lagao
Rajkumar Panthoiren *
Not a Jazz club in town
Where I could go and sip away some thoughts.
What 'bout the blues?
Oh, I love them too.
Clapton ain't gonna come here
Even though I want him to.
Tired of seeing him only on TV
Where he sings my favourite songs live with the band.
You gotta listen to 'Autumn Leaves' late at night.
Listen here, this is my land.
People love entertainment here
Men and women, deluded teens, girls and boys.
They love to plough lagao like dogs love poop
and like cats have no shame.
Always ready with an excuse
To roll the dice, throw away the bucks.
Make much too loud a noise
And that's what pisses me off.
Remind me of some drunken savage animals dancing around a fallen prey.
Heck, do animals even dance?
Now, back to the point without much ado,
I just don't f**king care
And I'm not supposed to use this F-word to write a decent poem,
Or so the literature teachers, who never had written a poem in their life, say.
Hell, I wanna be a good student.
But even better, I wanna express better.
Roger Waters, Eminem, Ibopishak, Yumlembam Ibomcha, Whitman, Allen Ginsberg…
See where I'm getting at?
So, lagao-da-ngaojabas and yoo-ngaobas, play on till your sh*tty lives end
While I'm gonna listen to my music
To drown away your noise.
Thank you jazz and blues for saving the night.
* Poem written by Rajkumar Panthoiren (NC Ren) for e-pao.net
The poet can be contacted at panthoirk94(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on January 17 2015.
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