Once I was a bootleg
Once I was a bootlegand I thought i'd quit
didn't have a nickle
and I didn't give a shit
went to the man to get my roll
thought I'd go to town
and get some toddy on my pole
Anybody know the rest of this great poem?
I learned this from a co-worker named Meyers
from Trinidad back in 1960.
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and wrote poems like that
thought it would give me nickels
but I never earned, scratch.
So the poet became witch
the rest is history
enough of the dark side already
of the telling's and makings of ITCHY
Sorry, don't know the poem