Inglan.The jobisn’t the work.It’s slayingfabulous,honing your craft,trimming the fat.Inglan is.The button downkeepsa weasel up,the “backside!”snapof your fingers,the cockof your snoot.lnglan is a.The kweenstowertheir syrups,make sureto take upas much spaceas they can.I tug my smallsfrom a differentdrawer,shave my barnet,have noforelock to tug.Inglan is a bitch.
no escapin it
Tim Wells
After Linton Kwesi Johnson
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