POEM # 48 Junkie Calypso

Junkie Calypso

One morning when I woke up late
a junkie was standing outside my gate
the sight of the junkie so un-nerved me
I had to sit down and have a cup of tea
I really don't know what that junkie might do
I really don't know what that junkie might do
I mean I really don't know what that junkie might do
I mean I really don't know what that junkie might do
The sight of that junkie was getting me down
so I thought I'd take a stroll around town
but when I set off - junkie set off too
and when i cut back - junkie cut back too
when I speed up - junkie speed up too
when I slow down - junkie slow down too
I really don't know what that junkie might do
I really don't know what that junkie might do
I mean I really don't know what that junkie might do
I mean I really don't know what that junkie might do
When I sit down junkie sit down too
When I stand up - junkie stand up too
When I stroll around junkie strolling too
When I turn around - junkie turn round too
When I went inside junkie did that too
I really don't know what that junkie might do
I really don't know what that junkie might do
I mean I really don't know what that junkie might do
I mean I really don't know what that junkie might do
I take a walk into the CBD expecting to lose that nasty junkie
but when I went to the matinee -
I found the junkie sitting there with me.
When I walk down the street junkie walking too
when I jump on the train
Junkie jumps on too
and then when I went to pick up my stride
there was the junkie there by my side
I don't know what this junkie might do
I really don't know what this junkie might do
I really don't know what this junkie might do
I mean I really don't know what this junkie might do
I mean I really don't know what this junkie might do
I mean I really don't know what this junkie might do