Musa Rea

I ain't got the fancy of being a bard,
smooth talker with words, nor a poser.
I write humbly what I feel
and to write better, I do it in street slang!...

I don't sing to the perfumed narcissus
nor to the blue starry sky.
I seek in the suburb feelings...
To sing to a flower... I sing to the thistle!...

And because I embrace the emotion that emanates
from the sad suburb, from the fancy one,
from the rhythmic and cadent tango,

my rough muse emerges in torrents:
it's because I have a messy soul
under this flashy posh appearance!