Poetic Perspective: Of John Crowism & Brutishness … The Case Of The Disruptive Builder…
And it came to pass …
As the Saviour did cast …
That the John Crow did perch
Stayed about as if a lurch …
Agreed to build you a nest …
In reality lurking as if a pest ….
Disguised, to feather his nest
A master Satanic plan to rest ….
Ride on John Crow into oblivion You exposed agent of deception
Obviously you are confused …
Alas! We are not amused ….
The job will get done …
In the short or long run …
If you had died …
We likely would not have cried …
We never weep for John Crow …
Just find someone in the know …
It appears to leave you in a lurch
And disrupting to disturb a perch
No regrets to dislodge a Crow
No need for an unnecessary row
Least to mention a furore ….
His true colours came to the fore
“Nothing good is ever lost …”
He was just a disguised outcast
Get on with your life …
He clearly symbolizes strife
Thank God he is out of your life
Was he looking for a wife?
If so, we admire his ambition …
We will not be party to collusion
Myself a technician…
Would never degrade an artisan
Was never engaged by Satan
Nor known to be sleight of hand
Wilma’s God mother V. Falkner..
Was married to a butcher ….
She, a big principal & educator …
Was Sir Bustas’ organizer …
The union produced a Doctor ….
They lived happily for years …
At his funeral, much tears ….
Mourned by family and peers
Hopefully he is not brutish …
Not Home Secretary, nor British
To shut out Windrushers …
Treating them as if losers …
You shut rescuers out in the cold
They are not worthy to be in fold
We got their assistance …
Time to keep our distance …
Blessed are the skilled at hand
Certainly not sleight of hand …
Jesus’ Father was a Carpenter Certainly no intellect or lawyer
There is dignity in serving …
Due honour to those deserving
Will find someone for finishing
This is the true crunching ….
Obviously, a brainwashed agent
Or a Satan sent ….
Whatever his true motive …
He as proven to be disruptive
Much emotion he did evoke …
Never take the ” insane” as joke
They smile as if God sent …
But in reality are just indecent …
When spending … earned cash
Stay clear of those brash ….
They are a vexation to the spirit
The Bible foretold this …
Do not keep builders for long …
Pay them as they go along …
Leave super finish to the expert
Do not let them divert …
Not all builders’ heads are fried
Some on whom can be relied …
Know when to start and leave
Of no tricks, nor try to deceive
They will take on job to impress
And let your pocket see distress
When do you ask them to go …?
Their true colour begins to glow
Lock your door, change the lock
Tell him/them to pack …
The boat they did rock …
Even if deserving a wak!
Then will you take back control
They’ll be off on an endless stroll
The disruptive builder is fired …
He should never have been hired
Never be ungrateful as the Brits
Such is never bliss …
Thank you Ras, Jerry, and Chris
We are glad you did exist ….
Builder was there when needed
Even if never succeeded …
Alas! Indeed was a substitute …
Even if you did not suite …
Ah, ah, ah …
By Hopeton O’Connor-Dennie, poet, satirist, senior international correspondent & photojournalist for Vision Newspaper Canada.
