The art, of conversation, is, whatever, nothing
(for the folk who are impatient with ‘the youth’)
What are you thinking?
How might one think nothing?
You know what I mean?
What do you mean?
SMS me sometime
Accuse your nose-studded offspring of being vague
Of being apathetic, politically speaking
Pregnant while falling, prey to the violence
(no culture of reading, except to vomit out facts in an exam)
Stop loving life and the permissiveness of the new South Africa
Level a playing field or two
Buy South African!
Return to family values (before the next election)
Spank your children, responsibly and lovingly,
In the context of obedience
In the name of the old republic
Keep your wife (not partner) illiterate,
Barefoot and pregnant in the bedroom
Pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen
At this point in time
The right way
Know your place
In the food chain of colonialism,
Do you follow?
So get with the programme,
In the national interest, of course