The Whip

Nothing di happen

Gone up north, went to the border

Gone to the zone, saw the disorder

Unfinished streets and lots of dust

No business, things soon shall bust

Fat boy in charge, of business got no clue

But management got him a car that’s new

His CEO the former warehouse man

Simpleton has shown to be, he got no plan

Businessmen of the zone, they got no future

As long as in charge remains the fat moocher

Be not deceived by this squeaky voiced socket

Be assured all he yearns to do is fill his pocket

Workers losing jobs, they complain, they are sad

CEO just snobs, such worthlessness now unclad

Merchants losing their money, feeling the shear

Man they said to me, nothing happening here

Went to the isla Bonita, people also worried there

Things bad, no tourist here, businessmen with scare

The futile minister just can’t make things spin

No more his usual smirk, has face of deep chagrin

Workers leaving, senseless Minister doesn’t care

The jobless people, the hard times can hardly bear

The island is dead, must look for better life elsewhere

Man they said to me, nothing happening here

Went to the west to keep abreast

As dead as ever it is just like the rest

The football playing minister nowhere in sight

To his home in Guatemala he had made his flight

Things so bad taxi men are in quarrel

‘tis Symptoms  of such a low morale

People are desperate, become amoral

From the minister only kicks of his balmoral

Went to sister towns to greet minister wannabee

Met him at the gaming room, as drunk as can be

Look here man, in his stupor, he said to me

Nothing happening here, I cannot disagree

Passed by the ole’ city, said hello to Ms. Dalla

Look ya, things when happen here she holler

No eunuch shall have her head she says

She got the lawyers, got the means and ways

Happened to see the baldy with his glitter

Hear he soon shall also have his shyne

Dad loves not this lad, encounter will be bitter

But that is normal when you deal with swine

Saw my chiney friend sellin’ lottery by Queen Street

He too complains that life has turned bitter, no sweet

Things gone bad he says, from Corozal to Toledo

And soon second son will have our Boledo

This despicable bunch of ruffians, running us aground

Since they came to power, things have turned around

Under PUP all had their little share

Nowadays nothing happening here…

Knaves and Dinosaurs

Knaves and dinosaurs from within

Seek to dismantle the house of P. U. P.

They held the assets of the party

In their name, we all figured as trustee

Now they claim ownership of the chattels

And have made a call on the leader for battle

The membership shall not yield we ain’t no cattle

You think you’re bad, but we will make you rattle

Let not greed fluster your little mind

Your time is done, don’t play blind

You have had time to come and bind

We got no more time to hear your whine

Not a penny more by members shall be paid

For bought it was with monies of the party

Your claim for the properties is but an infamy

That amounts to nothing more than a raid