The Shinny Fresh Diamond Rolex
A Poem by mustafa
BOYYYY who’s fresh diamond rolex is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite an angry bloke with a fat hair line though.
He was cross like a a dark rotten scummy potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hellooo .
He gives his rolex ice a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad fat mistake boy .
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The fresh diamond rolex is shinny, and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.
He rises from his cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.