Thoughts over a shit chicken burger
We’ve known about the dangers of smoking for more than 50 years now
But smoke still hangs from the ceilings of bars and clubs
We all know that drinking is for losers
But the drunk still lies against the curb on the morning corner
There is counseling available for those domestic problems
But the papers still ooze stories of wife-beating
Dealers still find junkies
Junkies dealers
The rich still pay police poorly to protect their property
The underpaid cops still go crooked
No one listened to Bob Dylan back in the sixties
And look where we are now
TVs full of shite music videos
Demure babes rub themselves up against so-called sensitive sods
Sex still allures, still sells
Its everywhere
Like none of us ever once had a decent fuck
Idiots still ponce around in shades and head scarves
And cut-off shirts and chunky bling
Like all it takes to be a man is some weight training
Some tattoos
Some bluster
Someone else’s cloned style
Egos strut their tiny dance
Forgetting we are just porcupine quills
Standing out at every angle
On a planet we have stabbed dry
Fucking off through space at millions of miles an hour
Significant as ripples on the lake surface made by raindrops in a storm
And as long lasting
Even Mandela, the Mahatma, Attila, Caesar,
Are they known in, let alone beyond, the Milky Way?
Does it matter that the muso plays to 30 people or 30 thousand?
That your art is seen by 10 people or 10 million
If it moved someone on the other side of the earth
That you never knew about
Is it for yourself or your soul or your self-respect
Is it really for the other? It cannot exist without the other
Perhaps it is the dance between the two
Why have I just paid R20 for a R2 scrap of chicken?
I know
It’s because this burger is wrapped in franchise gaudy branding
And this is the only place open at 2am
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