I'm not afraid ( for Honesty Oimbo )

no,
i'm not afraid.
another's hangover
of a powerful past
scares me not.
its just that
i'm still laughing-
at those searching
for socrates in dictionaries.
infantile dreams
of lateblooming
se seko's and amin's
tickles me.

Do we what with a people like this?

You'll see them strut about
in confusion, heads full of clout
They'll stagger without hope
not knowing how to cope

In this darkness they grope
making stage their preferred stop
Their, sorrounded by bottles brown
our tomorrow they fervently drown

With the dew they troop back
a battalion that has killed its luck
Songs stagger from their mouths
reclaiming perceived noble births

Do we what with a people like these
followed everywhere by hungry fleece
Mercy? I hear you say no please
just let them savour the illusive peace!

Hos and Holes (12/06/10)

Ho ho ho hos!
Ho ho ho holes!
Bottoms sexily sway
to a rythm Jamaican
to pass poverty away