Coolie Masala

Coolie Masala

Those motherfuckers

Here in Canada, he said

They don’t cook masala

Because the landlord says

That it makes the house stink

And the neighbors complain

Now, what kind of Coolie are you

If you dont cook masala?

I am a born Coolie man

I cook masala, I eat masala

I smell masala

I want my walls to smell masala too

I die masala

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English Poetry, Poëzie Algemeen
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