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Immaculately creased trousers, a stripped tie and smart shoes
I collect thoughts against my tingling stomach
Seconds away form nine in the mo…still long hours before the wrap up in the afternoon
Buzzing kids fill in the classroom
Carpet time a hullabaloo for starters, urchins told off “Cease that football cards barter”
Angels with zipped lips and hands in laps, prodigies scanning eye catching displays and colourful maps
At the back spoilt brats noisily elbowing each other, at the front a mousy nipper sobbing after his working two jobs mother
Enough, I sound the tambourine
Thinking caps on, listening ears
I’m the captain of this cloud-fairing ship
Taking them to new highs and patiently revisiting the islands to which we’ve already been
Out of the blue, a silver cloud’s passing by, I catch a cursory glimpse of my reflection in it
and there he is, the other mark, the airborne one
I crack a smile, wave, he mirrors the kindness back then the northerly wind carries away his shout
As we land I see the kids off, they run happily into their parents’ arms, carelessly dropping their new found treasures on the ground
Waving zany Mister C goodbye, they think he lives in the book corner
Eating plasticine for dinner, having a whale of time with toys they’re only allowed in Golden Time
Tomorrow where we finished the journey we’ll simply pick up
Meanwhile, I fold the tie away and scoot off to yet another open mic…
To rap my soul out
You think you know me but you really don’t
You look at my life but this book with its cover doesn’t fit your pigeonhole
No wonder it’s a flying manual and
an inexhaustible treasure trove of paper planes folds
You think you know me but you really don’t
You look at my life but this book with its cover doesn’t fit your pigeonhole
No wonder it’s a kite building compendium
And another a bulky treasure trove of paper planes folds
At the increasing sound of a drum roll, I launch myself sprightly onto the deck
Probing spotlight dazzles me uneasy, barely do I open my mouth
Two thirds of the audience already sneer at me
The remaining fraction is on a toilet break or at the bar
What’s the point of bearing my soul to a crowd?
I came down with some heartfelt spoken word, to them it’s clearly a stand up
Mobiles out and recording this square peg in a round hole
Lo and behold, an English rapping Pole
Telling whimsical stories of soaring kites, of being a dictionary mole and a scooter buff
“He’s a primary school teacher, right!”
Indeed a grand gag. We’re all in stitches
“Give us a break” You must be a shrewd east European plumber at best
If they had any rotten tomatoes or eggs, they would definitely hurl them right now
“He’s completely safe behind those aviation goggles anyway” they would justify
If I took that derision, I’d hardly elevate to my apt name
I‘m so at home with myself, for there’s more heaven than earth
I wish you had guts to boldly live your dreams
Therefore, especially for you I wholeheartedly throw those paper planes
You think you know me but you really don’t
You look at my life but this book with its cover doesn’t fit your pigeonhole
No wonder it’s a flying manual and
an inexhaustible treasure trove of paper planes folds
You think you know me but you really don’t
You look at my life but this book with its cover doesn’t fit your pigeonhole
No wonder it’s a kite building compendium
And another treasure trove of paper planes folds
Soulful and funky, the Nottingham rapper's latest features guest appearances from CRIMEAPPLE, Vandal Savage and Yumah. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2024