Bad Wod

It's a poem about cursing in Jamaica.

(Patois)

 

Dis mawnin mi ier smaddi a cuss a wolleep a bad wod dung di ruod.

Wen mi luk, noh wahn junkin man a cuss sohm peeple inna wahn bar.

Im sey, “Di wolla unu rass claat! Move unu bombo blood claat!”

 

Likkle ahfa dat, two uol niegah staat cuss dehn wan anedda.

Wan a dem sey, “Gwey! Yaw batty man. Yuh bombo rass claat!”

An di adda wan sey, “Goh suck yuh mumma! Yuh p***y claat!”

 

Den mi si wahn kielis bwoy a cuss wahn skettel gyal adi kawna.

Di bwoy sey tu ar sey, “Ay hugly gyal, yuh nahsi nuh bombo claat!”

An di gyal tell im sey, “Kong kiss out mi rass claat, eedyat bwoy!”

Author's Note

You can't be in Jamaica and not hear this sort of thing.