He was my guy from Guyana. <br /> <br />Meant to be <br />on a business course but of course <br /> <br />he was a Wimpy chief <br />in a Wimpy bar. <br /> <br />Me I was a Wimpy <br />waitress. <br /> <br />He was mine & I was his. <br /> <br />Neighbours complained <br />that a black man was(shock horror) <br /> <br />coming & going! <br /> <br />This was after all...1968 <br />& Jumpin’ Jack Flash was a gas gas gas. <br /> <br />Revolution was in the air. <br /> <br />Other tenants <br />voted to have me evicted. <br /> <br />I fought it tooth and nail <br />to no avail <br /> <br />& they got me <br />on the colour thing <br /> <br />said I had painted <br />the bedroom wall <br />(against the rules) <br /> <br />a shocking <br />deep puce.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-a-gas-gas-gas/
