There's an unknown woman
I collided with and ate
yesterday.
She was funny
abstract and messy
man, I'm disturbed, for
somewhere within me
inside my depth
pretty bad things
are happening
I'm displeased with myself
the Trust condom
might have leaked!
Dear bottle
take me into your arms
and comfort me with hope
for survival.
Clear it out
that terrible
bloody and awful feeling
from my interiors
my heart's in bad shape
my dear bottle take effect
make me forget
the condom
might have punctured
for the worst
My dear bottle
I need the language
and the courage to stand
face-to-face with my wife
in solid terms to tell her where
my money went
My head is incorrect
bottle, correct it, for
the clouds within me
are gloomy
I see lightning strike
at daylight, and
the thunderstorm that follows
horrifies me
My dear bottle
I'm awfully upset
tell me the lie with which
to extinguish the fire
of my boss
because events went wild
I failed to report on duty
carried away
by pleasures of this world
whereby
I forgot that my job
is my God these days
The warnings in my file
make me sleepless, bottle
I don't want to be fired
thrown back to square one
of poverty.
Without you, dear bottle
my eyes are shy
my tongue is too heavy
to defend myself
I want to fly high
from valleys of frustration
without you, dear bottle
my tongue is too heavy
to defend myself
I need to see well
and talk straight
making myself brave
stinking rich and happy
pure in flesh and blood
bottle, take effect
and tell me I’m not poor
that I’m important
and big
like a Military General
surrounded by good things
and a pretty tight woman
by his side
Why does luck run away
when it sees me
dear bottle, I’m depressed
bail me out of depression
I’m, scared of AIDS
I want to eat life full tilt
dear condom, save me
dare not puncture
I want to fly high
from valleys of frustration
my soul, come
spread your wings
and let me take off
Why is my mind so blunt
that when I shoot
the arrow of my mind
shoots miles away
from the target
oh, shit, man!
The devil after my soul
might have taken residence
in the cunt of that woman
who makes me sleepless
with my wife beside me
Bottle, kill me nicely
I wan to go home finished
and fall asleep flatly
because
my horn won’t rise tonight
to meet the needs
of the mama
of my children
The other woman
finished me off, for
she thrashed me
left and right
whoy, whoy!
singing
sucking and leaving me dry
like a pulp for my legal wife
Tonight, I’m too exhausted
to climb the Golan Heights
of my wife
if I dare try, I’ll slip
in as much as
every limb of my love
is kaput!
Bottle, give me the lie
With which to blind my wife
From unearthing
That gluttonous witch
Enemy of my money
Give me a heart-lift
I see darkness before me
in which
nude women are out
to finish me off, during
this grinding business
I’m scared of the fire lit
in-between legs of women
struck by matches
of gonorrhea
syphilis and AIDS
I want to eat life full-tilt
then die honourably
without vomiting
and passing diarrhea
loosing my hair
left only bones
burnt by AIDS
This AIDS is cast
in the field of fools
for grand harvest
striking dead
one fool after another
my dear bottle, don’t
overcome me with effect
to make me forget the fire
between legs of the women
bearing hell on earth
I nearly got caught up
in the web of that dragoness
when she jumped on me
then tried to roll me up
in her cobweb
that she may begin to eat me
without anesthesia
Bottle, do you think
I’m still the man of substance
I want to be?
Bottle, what d’you tell me
about the greedy parents
of my warring wife
who have been selling to me
their terrible daughter
in endless installments
for decades
as if their daughter
came into my life to add
when she came to subtract
Bottle, give me courage
to face my mother-in-law
her eyes buried in caves
begging my pity
I want to tell her off
for having sold to me
a bad breed of a woman
who breeds non-stop
like a rabbit
because she forgets pills
only to lay the blames on me
that I’m too hot
in making her pregnant
day in
day out
Her mother needs
a blanket
sugar
a packet of tea leaves
and a Jogoo packet of flour
for her morning porridge
My mother-in-law gives me
disturbing and withering looks
with power to drive me
into depths of pity
her daughter is the mirror
of my mother-in-law
that’s why my heart aches
when a shilling from my pocket
goes to someone
who’s a burden of poverty
that breaks my heart
My dear bottle
next time my mother-in-law comes
I want to slaughter her a chicken
please, don’t drain my pocket
making me a bloody poor bastard
I’m not poor
because I want to be poor
who the hell wants
to be poor?
Oh, fuck you, no bottle
I’m not that poor
I drink on my own money
make love to my own woman
then afford condoms
for under-times deals outside
when my wife sanctions
flogging me sexually
because I’m too broke
to afford her deal
Bottle, don’t let me forget
that I’ve got a job
a wife, kids and a den
that’s the main thing
in the business of life
why should I care
my dear bottle?
