Jesus was a carpenter 

Mo. RAD

 

Back in the days

In our neighborhood 

There used to be a carpenter

 

He did like carpenters used to do

 

I remember his workshop 

 

walls

 

covered with tags and posters 

 

They were 

Too many 

 

To remember

But there was

one 

 

tag 

 

Mieux vaut tard que jamais 

 

it stood out

 

right in the middle 

 

of the wall

facing 

the workshop’s 

door

 

now,

big daddy, small daddy

that

glues and staples green wood

ate Mo.RAD and all of his lazy friends 

 

and

now

the workshop

is

part of 

a house

 

I heard that Mo.RAD 

was painting houses for a while…

 

and a while after that

everybody 

lost 

track