Ya Brah

The beach is all hazy
feeling laxidaisy,
firing up another round.

Fresh green or cured
eyesight's getting blurred,
way before the noon waves pound.

Brah looks at me
getting ready for the Cup,
can smell the dank from here.

Ganja overfills the rims
witness happy grins,
even the police are not to fear.

Another Jamaican dream ride
watching another fatty being fried,
someone asks, "This is native, ya?"

With a red-eyed squinty grin
words paused are ready to begin,
"This is Maui Wowie!" ya Brah.

(For the SEOciety.com)

Originally posted 2011-06-28 17:09:40. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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