Caribbean rum shop

by Dennis Adonis   Feb 10, 2013


Six o' clock a morning rum shop door open
In less than a minute, it welcomes Mike and Jason

They call fuh a quarter Vodka with orange juice chaser
And a set of other rum folks soon follow after

Noise in the rum shop as everybody start fuh call
Confusion at the counter mek somebody rum fall

Pishing! on the floor you could tell a bottle fell
Mohan who buy de rum start fuh cuss like hell

In despite of that he still buys a quarter again
Cooling down he temper but still playing insane

Old man Jenkins acting like he already drunk
Cause he deh cussin uncle Jai but he mother sk**t

The bar man pull he up and seh get some control
Don't think I can't put you outside because you ole

By 8am every table full with rum and old men
Talking nuff rum stories from way back when

Some stories were lies, while some were true
Others so devious that even the devil won't chew

Nonetheless every man use to feel on top
Every time he is sipping lil rum at a Caribbean rum shop.

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