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Seismic Twerk

Posted on August 5, 2014August 7, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

Mother Earth had a moerse twerk And almal went berserk Even heathens learnt to pray Wishing Jesus away Joining the chorus Of the holy and righteous I fear for the Son of Man Were he to land On this today in this here earth He’d be bible-thumped to death But alles is still on track…

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Psalm For Fuck

Posted on August 3, 2014August 7, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

Oh Fuck, you beauty! You have assailed Where many words have failed Where even violence Couldn’t break the silence Where would I be? Without you Dear sweet Fuck What could I have said? When my friend died Or when my lover lied How could I have expressed my pain? Had you not been my refrain…

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Resignation

Posted on August 2, 2014August 7, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

In an age of mute poets And serious comedians Civilized barbarians And peaceful riots One has to wonder Having lost faith in the here and now If it’s maybe time to bow To a deity of a world yonder

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