This piece was written during term 2, January-April, of the roundhouse Poetry collective. This particular exercise was set by Inua Ellams. We were all given a list of quotes to use as titles from the book "The Heart Of Darkness", and asked to write a short piece, which were printed onto a pamphlet and used as part of an exhibition in the cafe at The Roundhouse, where Inua had painted the whole wall with some amazing graphics inspired by the book.
THE WEAKNESS OF MANY TELLERS OF TALES
Actions have consequences
Positive or Negative
No action other than one of the mouth
Reverberates back with the bend of a boomerang
Machine gun tongues
On the front lines of living rooms
Camped around bonfires of weed
Barricaded in boozerz
Belly flopping into pints of larger
Know it all's
Bought every t-shirt
Knew about the latest act to sign when they were still underground
Conspiracy theories about new world orders
Take this guy that I knew
For now,
Lets just call him me
Me has trod water
Flirted with drowning
Battled for ends meat
Ever since me left home
I know me
Me talked a lot
Me told a lot of tales
Ideas seem to manifest in his head
Without or without beer and weed
Hold up in pubs
Sat relaxed in living rooms
Cramped in the back of Fiat Uno's
Did me act on his ideas?
No
So where me now?
Exactly
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