wanksta <br /> <br />a one-line poem in itself; <br />a sociological truffle <br />to be sniffed, snorted and snaffled <br />by academic hogstas; <br /> <br />a British schoolboy taunt <br />for a sad loser <br />with more than a hint of <br />adolescent sexual guilt <br />and strengthened by the shouts <br />of football terraces <br /> <br />now fierce with <br />the combative <br />minority-to-majority <br />two fingers to Culture <br />black ethos of the deprived <br />asserting its claim, <br />rappin ' on the door, yea, rappin' on the door <br />of that same Kulcha <br /> <br />yet mediated by the assertive <br />individual competition <br />of those same cultural fighters <br />taunting each other, <br />schoolboys with loaded guns <br /> <br />wanksta <br /> <br />wanksta, wanksta, <br />yo ain't no gangsta <br /> <br />a word that's all front <br />and no back <br /> <br />but as a poet <br />I enjoy it <br /> <br />this youngsta <br />kidstar <br />on the block <br />of living language<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanksta/
