Jazz and lagao

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 fucking 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 polite poet.
But even better, I wanna express better.
R. Waters, Eminem,

Y. Ibomcha, W. Whitman, 

A. Ginsberg…
Hm?

So, lagao-da-ngaojabas 

and yoo-ngaobas, play on

till your shitty lives end
While I'm gonna listen

to my music
to drown away your noise.
Thank you jazz 

and blues

for 

saving the night. 

© Rajkumar Panthoiren