The Hardships of Tracking Man

N.B. Please don’t be offended. It’s just for fun.


I spy, I spy with my wee little eyes.

A man.

A plan.

A prize.

Oh how blessed are these eyes.

But wait…

He have a gyal.


On to the next one.

Aim. Lock. Fire.


Redman nah good enough.

I’ll slip into a nice lil dress,

Flaunt my stuff,

And fail.

Because I aint meant to track man.

Let them track me.

Come and see…

Goods for free.

Makes my job easier.

Swipe and delete.





Train Tracks

It’s where we used to play as kids
All closed up now,
It was our playground.
It was our refuge.
It was our sanctuary.
All abandoned.
Our second home.
The train tracks