Sunday, 28 December 2014

Gauntlet

Gauntlet

Thirty four years
And you still afraid
Take the stand and clear the air
Why choose darkness
Cower in fear
I guess you found out
In your dotage
Bravery is more than a uniform to wear
Medals and promotions
From friendly dictators
Nothing more than movie props
True bravery comes from truth
Standing in the sun
Feeling the light
Speak the truth
And set us free

Others have testified
Bunk and hokum
Have dominated
Nancy stories
Told to men
Who have no clue
Sir this and Sir dat
Were not here in those dictatorial times
With no one to contradict
The WPA bullshit grew
“he was a hero”
“he was a threat”
C’mon man I was there
The night he ran
From a swagger stick
Oh how we laughed
And heaped scorn
The dictator shared
Our mirth and declared
“next Olympics we have our man”
The Calypsonian sang
“run, Rodney, run”
He was no longer a hero
And no more a threat
Just another fading footnote
A big talking intellect
Without the belly to back it up

So come shine your light
Solider man
Add your voice
State your case
You were the Commander then
Now you stand in Congress place
At the lectern once occupied
By the Comrade Leader
Shoes too big for you to fill
A man who could gaff we sweet
Never one to shirk a challenge
Look up at the portrait
Draw from that courage
Gird your loins and go into battle
One to determine your legacy

You want to be a leader
This is what it takes
A litany of excuses will not do
Only real courage
Will win this fight
If not old man
Go back to sleep
Dream about
being Kabaka one day
Everyone following orders again
Straight lines at the KSI
Extra ballot boxes on polling day
Rallies at the square
Of the revolution
That never was 

The gauntlet has been thrown
Pick it up and join the fight
Step over it and pretend
You have not read this today
Truth or dare
Dream or Nightmare
The ball
Soilder man
Is in your half

Saturday, 27 December 2014

Guysnooze Man

Guysnooze Man

Hey Guysnooze man
I din like dat ting you do
Nod to poet
Too high faluting for we
Come back to yuh roots
Write dem “fuh cup’ joke we like

Well I must confess
Listening to all and sundry
Explain the problems of the land
To a half-drunk man
“yuh should write about
Dem anti-man,
 jumping in car an’ sticking up man”
dis kinda statement just confuses me
Isn’t that what they are paid to do?
Drive your Mercedes to church
Pay the man-whore
For sexual satisfaction
No complaints for an illegal transaction

Then come the crabs
Trying to drag me back
“Look at all the problems we got”
When I fire back
With the progress we’ve made
All I get are looks of hate
Suggesting solutions
To soft bellied intellectuals
Spoils all the fun
They seem to prefer
Bitch and complain
To hard work and use of the brain

Bounce up with the election men
Power hungry
An’ counting when
The reigns get han’ to dem
Who gets what where
One ting I know fuh sure
They gun bruck up
Collate and divide again
Nobody ent voting
Before CXC
Maybe in July
On the “No Confidence” anniversary
So hold yuh horses
An’ keep yuh powder dry
Nah time fuh cuss me yet
My predictions may come through
But I is just a man not a bacoo

Look at that group
Waiting for the sky to fall
How it musse hu’t they heart
To see coolie and black
Hug up by the mall
The whole street full
with real Guyanese unity
nobody organize the lime
spontaneous to the core
jus’ like outside Booker’s
in days of yore
all awhee is one family
nothing you can say
gun bruck we up
the president marry a dougla lady
and yet yuh want to convince we
that the man racist to he own pickney
time to let that shit go
bring new ideas to the fore
trust your intellect not the color of your skin
cause fuh sure,
no sky ent fallin’


*Guybooze may be incapacitated for the rest of the year #RUMpartyrules

Nod to the Poet

Nod to the Poet

The Native Poet
Wake up in heaven today
Look down on Guyana
Sigh and had this to say
What happened to my beloved Guyana?
Prosperity and freedom have come
Everybody and they dog driving car
Calois thing of the past
Traffic jam a new phenomenon
Every child has electronic array
To blow Batman’s away
The biggest complaint in the land
Is shop taking too long to sell
“take this bill and carry it there
When she stamp it, bring it back”
Money burning holes in pocket
Tek the money an’ gimme the ting
Pickney goggling Santa arrival time

People texting in the same room
Digital interaction a Berlin Wall
The airwaves full of new sounds
An abundance of radio stations
Jamaican dj’s callin’ the shots
Bloodclath Guyanese idiots

And yet amongst all this technology
Progress and prosperity
We have become
A people bereft of intellect,
Guidance or Ideology
Four newspapers full of fluff
Mighty pens used as powder puffs

The inefficient bureaucracy
Built On the back
of the sugar levy
Dominates the unproductive sphere
Everyone swinging in an office chair
No more cutting cane
Or planting rice
Goldfield workers in decline
More NGO’s than companies
“Have a crick in your back?
We have an NGO fuh dat!”
“Can’t afford enough aloo?
We have one fuh dat too!”
Fund us from the UN
IDB or Internet
A sad use of local talent
Net producers of hot air

Scanning the ten regions
There must be signs of life
Grey matter cannot be hid
Like truth it must out
I see those making claims
Sadly nothing to back it up
Rousers that fail the Rabble
The conman has won their day
The composer leading disciples astray

Standing on Guyana’s prized possession
To deliver impassioned cussin’
A mercenary worshipper
Of the temple of mammon
Unheeded advice about the muzzle
You put on your mouth
So deep in the trough
You've lost your credibility
An Oasis of intellectual illusion
Just another delusion
One more with clouded vision
  
Visionaries need pragmatists
To translate thoughts to deeds
Ideas to fruition
Or they just become paving stones
On the road to perdition
  
Serendipity now
I am going back to sleep
When I wake in twenty fifteen
I hope to see less sheep
But for now I count
you jumping my fence
This bare night without comfort
I’d call your names
But it causes me grief
I weep in despair
I plead you awaken soon
My Dear Guyana

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Dynamic overbooked, airline staff pushing people down the stairs, protest erupts at JFK

Dynamic overbooked, airline staff pushing people down the stairs, protest erupts at JFK

Dynamic overbooked, airline staff pushing people down the stairs, protest erupts at JFK
In unrelated news, Freddy and Benkok sighted at CJI trying to get a flight to NY, singing their new hit single “Protest without we” ….well tek a look at the lyrics


Ah dah dee die day
A went to a protest the odder day
Freddy an’ Mark hang up like two painting on the wall
They tek ova and start direct the protest
Tell Rueful to pat down that afro,
Nobody likes an unruly negro
Go put on a tie, if yuh have a briefcase,
 fetch it, being smart is not enough
one has to play a part…
it was the friction that cause a spark
they were told where to go
by the noted word slinger
but we think they grow too big
to fit back up mammy passage way
the men get in a huff
tell he, he does write with powder puff
how a protest is just a sham
unless freddy an’ mark deh at ahm

a protest is not the same
if Freddy doan bawl out “shame”
if Mark don’t  mention he own name
it would be like a batty without a Po’
like Glen without Adam
like guysnooze writing without the booze
odd like a Dangles in a long dress
the protest would be as empty as the bins
the mayor want you to throw garbage in

When Hikken talk he shite
Benkok on the protest line
When GPL cut yuh light
Freddy braving Miasmic night
When government share a freck
Public servants line up fuh collect
Freddy an’ Mark oppose dat ploy
“Is an election gimmick to fool you
Because we care for teachers too”

Anything is a cause for protest
When the whale wash ashore
They protest he din have a passport
When oily mek he video
Dem boy protest he acting skills
How he look like the whale in a flower shirt
How he turn the coconut upside down
It mus’ be empty like he head
Time to hire professional instead

So now they heading to JFK
To deal with the protest dey
Only problem they have
Is they book on Dynamic airway
Ah da dee die die…..


*Merry Christmas from the PPP watchman crew, ah da dee die die....

Who Killed Good Sense?

Who Killed Good Sense?

Here lies Good Sense,
Dead and cold;
This book his end

Who Killed Good Sense?
I said the Civilian
When I followed the Conning Composer
I killed Good Sense

Who saw him die?
I said the racist
With my blind hatred
I saw him die

Who caught his blood?
I said the Newsman
In my camera lens
I caught his blood

Who’ll make the Shroud?
I said the Editor
With my newspaper
I’ll make the shroud

Who’ll dig his grave?
I said the Columnist
With my lunatic ravings
I’ll dig his grave

Who’ll be the Parson?
I said the Magistrate
I set the Druggies free
I’ll be the Parson

Who’ll be the Clerk?
I said the Hustler
If there’s a raise
I’ll be the clerk

Who’ll carry the Light?
I said the comic
This is farcical tragic
I’ll carry the Light

Who’ll be Chief Mourner?
I said the Pragmatist
I will miss Good Sense
I’ll be Chief Mourner

Who’ll carry the Coffin?
I said the Parliamentarian
With my duty free ride
I’ll carry the coffin

Who’ll bear the pall?
I said the Child
Your mistakes are my burdens
I’ll carry the pall

Who’ll sing the psalm?
I said Mozart
I can carry a tune
I’ll sing the psalm

Who’ll toll the bell?
I said the Snoozer
On Facebook I can
I’ll toll the bell

All the citizens of the land
fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
when they heard the bell toll
for poor Good Sense.



Back to Basics

Back to Basics

Back to Basics
The Guysnooze bureau has noticed that Guyanese seem to have lost a grasp of the basics, we no longer seem to accurately describe Measurements (12-45 foot whale) and Time (30 mins-150 minutes Police response time), so we decided to do some investigative journalism to gauge the true understanding of the time space continuum in Guyana.

To understand the Bandits-Police-911 nexus we embed in (or is it embelish?) a home invasion robbery in a far off village on the West Coast of Demerara.

Wife: wake up! Harry, somebody breaking in the house.

Harry: I wake, turn off the Home Alone is duh got yuh jumpy…every dam Christmas..ncn ent gun done till I deadid.

Wife; No Harry…..(BADDAM!!! FRONT DOOR IS KICKED IN)

Harry: well it looks like I have seen my last “Home Alone”, quick call 911 an’ gimme the phone

Wife dials 911 and quickly hands the phone to the husband…ring..ring..ring

Bandits breach the bedroom door

Bandit 1: hands up! Eh eh! Is who you callin’?

Harry: the police !, they will be here shortly!

Bandit 2: gimme the phone! (snatches it from Harry and puts it to ear…ring…ring…ring) hahahah, look tek back the phone, but don’t get off the bed,                   both of you stay there and everything will be arite!

Bandit1: whe’ the money deh, we know yuh collect from yuh fariegn uncle in dem an’ yuh ent shop yet

Wife: Harry, you collect an’ in tell me nuttin? Is wha’ really going on?

Harry: I was going to surprise you tomorrow, baby.

Wife: eh heh! Look he does keep the money undah dem dutty clothes in the basket deh, don’t bother with the small piece he lock up in the top drawer…. Surprise mih rass…

Harry: shh, girl, don’t talk too much they might be rapists (looking hopefully at the bandits)

Bandit1: doan worry lady, is nah Bill Cosby robbing yuh, we hey fuh da cheese, nah dee pu-pudding paps. Hahahha

Harry: shhh, the police jus’ answer

911: yeah, wha yuh want?

Harry: I am being robbed, two armed bandits ransacking mih house, threating to rape mih wife, come quick

911: ok sor, where do you reside?

Harry: three blocks from the station, then turn right by the breadfruit tree and come down to the back

911: and where are you being robbed?

Harry: In mih bedroom an’ wha it matter wat I wearing?

Bandit1: like he wake up Lolo Lips deh

Bandit2: leh he try deh, …lady yuh got anything fuh eat? Lil ham fuh the bai dem?

Wife: in the fridge , help yuhself…

911; wait…the bandits still in the house? Leh mih talk to them deh

Harry: gives phone to bandit, she wan’ talk to you….

Bandit1: what you want?

911: I wan’ know how you sound jus’ like we Sergeant , you ent jus’ been here?

Bandit1: wrang number!, (clicks the phone off) leh we roll out…

15 minutes later Police van arrives and policemen deploy with precision; guns and torchlight all ova the place.

Sergeant: Mr. Harry how many bandits were there and can you describe them?

Harry: was two ah dem, one ‘bout you height an’ build and the other like the Corporal ova deh, but they were wearing masks.

Sergeant: wha’ bout fingerprints an’ ting?

Harry: well one ah dem was hungry an’he dash a bite in the ham…

Sergeant: Confiscate the ham for evidence

Harry; yuh cayn jus cut out the piece wid the bite?

Sergeant: nah, it look like it taste good, how long the bandits been here

Harry: 3 hours

Wife: Ten minutes

Sergeant: how long they lef’?

Harry: two seconds ago...

Wife: ten minutes

Sergeant: ok, I think I have all I need, Corporal, tex care wid the ham….. Mr Harry. fix this door , we going to look fuh dem, an’ try buy some nice nightie fuh yuh wife, dem jukebox thing duh ent cutting it…

*Guysnooze conclusion is that time is relative and based on personal perception not clocks.
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Guysnooze was quickly able to ascertain the problems Guyanese were having with units of measurement, it happened after today’s rainfall, one woman explained it to us succinctly.

Woman: well the weather people say that three inches of rain fall, well leh me tell you, after them 3 inch, I was up to mih knee in water, then is when I realize mih husband and mih sweet man been lying to me all these years, dem talking ‘bout god bless dem with eight inches and dem ting cayn reach they own knee, much less me own, is the man dem with they lying boastfulness got the measuring confused.

Our male reporter beat a hasty retreat in the face of impenetrable logic.


*Guysnooze conclusion is that measurement is a state of mind not based on actual units of measurement.

Guysnooze News 23-12-2014

Guysnooze News 23-12-2014

Guysnooze News 23-12-2014
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz  ,Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…. Uhm, yes , the news  roundup for the past week is due and our editor is out "cold", so we decided to give the “Infinite Monkey” Theory a test and let the intern do this week’s news in review.

Crikey mates!, wot a bloody interesting week I say, with all this excitement of the Pied Piper visiting, was it not grand? The GDF band played Machel Montano’s  “ Losing it” for all those who obviously “lost it” and were willing to follow the Piper and pay for his tune, unfortunately the new messiah was unable to complete a coherent sentence in his three hour address but was able to convey that western civilization would not exist had it not been for his guidance and exploits, while members of civil society were impressed by his oration, the rats were not and were heard laughing their arses off, the Grand Pooh –Bah then left taking all the credibility from the applauding civilians , we expect he will try to use this credibility to bolster his fund raising activities.

Well known Minister of all Eye things, Eye-news, Eye-radio, Eye-pass, today signaled he may launch his own political party,The Eye-Rob Party, he may want to start by having someone look at his wardrobe with a critical Eye….

Link Show writers had their first brainstorm but sadly nothing they came up with was as funny as the everyday shit said by politicians, during the meeting there was a power outage Ajay holler GPL Skites! And Derek tried to generate his own power, his use of Burger fueled methane gas was not well received by fellow writers and the meeting came to an abrupt end.

The Another Futile Challenger party today promised to spend the first six months in government re-writing the constitution, as this is obviously the most important challenge facing our nation, “fuck job creation, sugar, gold, bauxite, rice, small business, big business, It’s the Constitution stupid!

Somebody thief Freddy panty, bringing him down to earth in the worst nation ever!

Corbin made a speech in remembrance of Hoyte, unfortunately no one remembers who Corbin is or was…

Various violent crimes have been categorized as “PPP campaign tactics” by a prominent member of the Re-think tank, the government has called these “criminal acts” , but who can argue with the “intellectuals”… a Re-re-think-tank may be in order…..


*Nothing was inserted into this intern, despite suggestions from the Editor on where to shove this piece….

Christmas Wishes

Christmas Wishes

December 18, 2014 at 3:28pm
Christmas Wishes

Well it is dat time of year
Put aside the differences
Forget the skid marks on the underwear
GT people have no grudges to bear
One love and black cake in the air
Time for we to take a drink
Hug up and pontificate
About the things that make Guyana great
So to all the people I insult
Make fun of an’ disparage
Ah taking the time to say to you
Best wishes from the Guysnooze crew to you

A merry christmas to mih fren’ Benkok
I wish all you protest can bear fruit
An’ yuh end up with the mayor chain fuh truth

Ah wish Cowshit and he Pickney
All the best as they calculate
Vat, PAYE and other rate
And a subtle reminder
Dat ah still waiting for last year tax rebate


To the men at the Windies board
It seem ya’ll in the wrang business
My advice to you for the new year
Is to open a recording studio
It seem that wherever you go
Somebody got a Record to make
An’ Windies Team willin’ to facilitate

To mih pardner Rueful
I wish yuh Fictions win all D’ prize
Small axe an’ a Pulitzer
Who needs Walcott and Naipaul
GT got writing genius of we own
but Guysnooze ent blowin' he own horn

Captain Gerry ah wish a happy new year
He lean ova’ an’ whisper “fantastic” in mih ear

Yuh can’t keep a good man down
So to Nahgatmuchfuhdo
I  wishing all could see
What an important man you is
To  Abby Forget Chatree party


Freddy ah want to say to you
I wishing yuh become a tenured professor
Instead of a talentless column depressor
Guyana is not that bad
Yuh Hush puppies survive the weather
Not get mash up like in Canada

Commandant “Rolex” Lassarde
Ah sorry ah was so hard on you
You are a good sport for sure
Wishing in the New Year
you change from a dim bulb
to a bright spark
an’ lead yuh brethren
out the dark

Greetings go out to Green Shirt
Yuh had to wait twelve months to be in style
Dress up like Elf with bad Santa by yuh side
Next year, leh your wishes come true
May Prak mek you Prime Ministerial candidate

To the staff at the Stabber
I applaud your creativity
Yuh bury a forty foot whale
 in a twenty foot grave
yuh mek CN Sharma laff
fall out he bed an’ nearly get jail
leh yuh wishes come true
nex’ year yuh could rival Glen and Adam
start yuh own fairy tale section
to rival Dem Bai
yuh could call it
Whale of a Tale

If yuh ent see yuh name
know ah wish yuh well
Merry Christmas all the same
leh yuh wishes come true
an' have a Happy New Year



*Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all

Doctor Tee and the Sheep

Doctor Tee and the Sheep

December 18, 2014 at 12:02pm
Doctor Tee and the Sheep

Lordy Lord
These are desperate times
When I see Dr Tee draw a crowd
Tongue tied scammer turned pied piper
Sheeple I can never be
Mozart’ s tunes to high for me
Not taken in by con artistry
Let Onrico set you straight
Save you from a miasmic fate

The man made Freddy clap
Impressive, I’ll give him that
Rame and Roo-elle get nominate
Dr Tee knows it pays to ingratiate
Five Hundred million promises
To four thousand NGO’s
Line up for the soup
Too bad you missed the cut
The last guy left with a check
Bigger than your egoistic head

Sometime in your upbringing
Mammy must have whispered
Words of wisdom
Tried and true
“The enemy of your enemy is not yuh fren
Be careful with whom you associate
Credibility is based on credulity
If people see you get taken in
By every tin cup charlatan
They gun treat you like a mook
no matter if yuh write a book"

Lordy lord
Is desperate times
If Op post a sign
DO NOT JUMP IN WELL
Whole day is ding dong bell
Good people got to pull you out
Set you right and set you straight
Mammy woulda box you cross yuh ears
Send yuh to bed with no supper

All I can advise my friends
Is that this tinin cup that knocking
Is all about Senor Benjamin
All for Doctor TEE
None for you, me or civil society