Camaraderie

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