Poetic Script

Ike I am skinny bowler wind skeleton touch

spoko mathambo by virtue of birth

I can read the scareness in your eyes

Allan mps travel two by two in four by four style

corporates build a serious bonus pile

in the ghetto kids become suicide projectiles

Siphiwe I have an urge like burning fire

let me release this flood of desire

on every woman I meet before I spit

Ike bully bull brand beef stalk in your face

prima facie redtape windhoek hushpuppy doll

check it rubber neck bell ringing moo more school in

Allan Affirmative Action with a touch of class

line up for directorships and down a full glass

while US aid covers your arse

Siphiwe I am a hawker in a jozi street

cops stole the fish on my dish

but haai! I have not lost my jester speech

Ike to my health supervisor ringas before suffer gate

mummy blue skatie pass the dice

deal with the root of poor health poverty

Allan I am the man with the golden tan

don’t pull at my skin or scratch

‘cause underneath the gold is an umlung whose met his match

Siphiwe I raise a Diepsloot fire because of rumour

from MaMgobhozi’s bitter sense of humour

poking the government’s brain tumour