Black Power

Well, slit my drawers,
If it isn’t Henry,
Standing up for me again
Like a gentleman!
Ain’t your wife
Good enough
For you Henry?
Can’t you let your worse
An your best hang out
With her in your bed?
So here I am again
With my legs open
For you to dive in
An cum alive again.
Jesus – what it is
To be the black
Power of Creation!

Copyright ©2008 Tony Crisp