Yes, it’s true, I’ve been called a jerk
more times than I can keep count,
and that might be one reason I
love Jamaican women so much.
I’ve been compared to the
Jamaican version of the jack fruit:
prickly exterior and contain vile outer
but once you’ve seduced the external flesh
and sliced me in half with the machete,
I taste so delicious and delectable that my
scent and flavor will stay with you…
…and stay with you.
but if you don’t process the fruit
it’s possible that the chemicals
designed to protect its life
will mimic glue,
and your lips
will be stuck together, unable to speak,
or eat, or pleasure another man.
and you can forget about getting to the seed.