All day long I’ve been smelling
a day old drunk
rubbing at my nose like bad scent cologne
And it follows
flows in the air everywhere
In the bathroom, kitchen and bedroom
And I'm walking remembering grandpa
drinking white rum
Gallons and gallons gulp down
with plain, tap water
Not mixing the sweet coca cola
And I asked about the strong burning flavour
But grandpa assured me it was good to drink
seeing he had no teeth to chew sugar cane
And I believed him then
but not now, I’m grown
Heading towards the brown broken door
I freeze
Grandpa’s spirit is following me
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