No Prize in the Box
No Prize in the Box
Guyana giving out a prize
For local born writers
Write about what you know
Submit it to be judged
By the panel of three
Who may verily anoint thee
A Guyana Prize awardee
A million dollars for some prose
Plus yuh get to thumb yuh nose
At your legion of detractors
Dat sounded good enough for me
Guysnooze scripts get rounded up
Some kept some in the bin
Copy, paste and print
Sign the bottom, sent it in
Got the reply in the mail
Guysnoozery is powder puff
Not intellectual for the likes of us
Attend a workshop or two
Improve your grammar
Sentence construction too
Never an eye before an ‘e
What’s with all the creolese?
Are you a retarded pick-a-nee?
Put my tail betwixt my legs
Curled into a ball and cried
Vengeance! You Bitches!
Shall be mine!
A book of poems
For the masses
Not ya’ll miserable
Intellectual asses
Keep yuh millions
And yuh prize
I will be adored in the public’s eyes
How’s dat for an ego trip?
All the above is complete fiction
My bid to avoid scrutiny
Criticism and editing
Not for millions
Will they put my writing
In a box
complete with dotted eye’s and tee’s
nobody gonna tell me
about my creolese
I will exit stage right
No need for
Deus Ex Machina
To end my rant
*Tek dat ya' Prize Seeking Prats...Nex' year tho..nex' year
Guyana giving out a prize
For local born writers
Write about what you know
Submit it to be judged
By the panel of three
Who may verily anoint thee
A Guyana Prize awardee
A million dollars for some prose
Plus yuh get to thumb yuh nose
At your legion of detractors
Dat sounded good enough for me
Guysnooze scripts get rounded up
Some kept some in the bin
Copy, paste and print
Sign the bottom, sent it in
Got the reply in the mail
Guysnoozery is powder puff
Not intellectual for the likes of us
Attend a workshop or two
Improve your grammar
Sentence construction too
Never an eye before an ‘e
What’s with all the creolese?
Are you a retarded pick-a-nee?
Put my tail betwixt my legs
Curled into a ball and cried
Vengeance! You Bitches!
Shall be mine!
A book of poems
For the masses
Not ya’ll miserable
Intellectual asses
Keep yuh millions
And yuh prize
I will be adored in the public’s eyes
How’s dat for an ego trip?
All the above is complete fiction
My bid to avoid scrutiny
Criticism and editing
Not for millions
Will they put my writing
In a box
complete with dotted eye’s and tee’s
nobody gonna tell me
about my creolese
I will exit stage right
No need for
Deus Ex Machina
To end my rant
*Tek dat ya' Prize Seeking Prats...Nex' year tho..nex' year
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