©Rajiv Bee
abou boom adam, his tribe is on the rise
smoking hash filled pipes without reprise
day in and night out
very much devout
one pale evening
there was a knock
boom adam opened the door
it was six o’ clock
the uniforms were there to search
every nook and corner, every perch
find every gram of drug there was to be found
and pin boom adam firmly to the ground
at half past six
the search was done
boom adam called all the cops
sons of a bloody gun
since nothing was found
his innocence was assumed
and boom adam died at seven
because of all the shit he’d hurriedly consumed
