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| Gestapo rodent-amphibian, A4, ink & ballpoint pen 2013 |
Camaraderie
Ek se,
please, excuse me big white daddy
I can smell
your colognial mentality
Your Sunday
morning politeness don’t fool me
For your
policies 9 – Friday rise in fumes
From the
golf courses of your Saturday bonhomie
You see, I
can see right through your cigar smoke plumes
I’m bathed
in a sunlight that was never meant for me
Yeah, try
living an honest day in a world
Where I am
now blamed for your cruelty
I’m meeted
and greeted but I hear the Makgoa-Makgoa whispery
Haiyi-bo! Oh shame!
It’s such a shame
This
supposed civilised society in which the so-called free
Now weep
themselves day and night to seek sleep
No, you
don’t fool me, young white boy
In your
dressed-for-success pink and green Old Khaki
New
territory, yes, but old-as-bollocks businessspeak
Oh, believe
me, we’re impressed. I recognise the
non-rhyme
Of your
slick slime, the shadowed intentions of
Your
never-say-die smile, your ignore your ideas in private
But pretend
I’m your friend in public camaraderie
Ugh it
stinks man. I’m dying here,
Poof. Someone take out the trash, please.
The false
smile lining the golden mile,
The illusion
of the millionaire that, one day,
You’ll no
doubt come to be
What’s life
and raad you claim with draad
It’s a
shame, such a shame
What you’re turning
into
But hey,
bru, there’s a space for you
In the Hell
of everlasting Kammaraad, Dearie
You’re
sitting on a gold mine, it’s said
But you
commit soul crime
So shush
your head
And hashish
your mind instead,
Because you
take Spoiled to new levels, Fred
