Once I was a bootleg

Once I was a bootleg
and 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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I once was a poet
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 giggle

Sorry, don't know the poem conversing
Jour' a good poet cw laugh
I do have my moments Ozzie very happy
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