Themba Ntaka - Dusty Boards lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] Adroit with or without pot and that's made patent Louts revel in carousal Pack a towel to the spot I'm a simple man Throwing javelins or anything that touches hand Vainglory is the biggest enemy if any Pseudo poets opt to show it for the things that linger Loser loser Couldn't even nab a chicken finger Habituated to resemble bugs antennal Instrumental to survival and her touch was gentle; Gentleman Opened the door for so many of my friends Half-stark soup pot Petite marmite and a crust of croissant to a bourgeois I've been flenched of my prowess by the Kryptonite stench Lie decrepit like affected with tendinitis Smoke waterfalls get made to float astern Nappy hair to match my dendritic pattern