From the warm lair
to the cold air
i despair
only so I can be prepared
for the repairs.

His bruised manhood Willed him to the stage,he was not Smithen with the joke, he let rip on another bro.
The audience clapped and his ego
danced - moments later it tore him
to pieces with regret. I too should
slow time down before pressing
the upset button. Regret tastes
like crude oil mixed with rusted nails.

It's 4am
I am up 4 it
By 5
I will have my hive heaving with honey.
Come 6
I will be mixing it with the birds
By 7
I would have gone to heaven and back
When 8 hits
I will mate with glowing sun
By 9
This day will be mine
At 10
I'll turn my gaze inwards
By 11
I will be even with this day
Come 12
I will be effing to s well deserved decant lunch cause I was up at 4.

Ngibuhlungu
Zonke izizwe
zisibukela phansi
Kanti nathi nabaholi bethu
sibambhisene ngokuzicikela phansi
Koze kube nini
isimo sethu sinje
izingane zethu ziyolenzani
lelifa lokufa

Blah blah blah
Motivation this
Motivation that
Papa black sheep
Have you gone mad
Yes sir yes sir -  I fall for all suedo helpers.

Head east atleast
If worse comes to worse go west
If your fortunes spoil and sour
run south. If you ready to shine the
way for others like that famed star
gaze up north wards. Your soul is
doing all the computing throw away the campass spit to the wind and follow where your saliva falls. Amen