Bananapop Over Lolipop Poem by Ntshima Ramokone

Bananapop over lolipop

S/he is so soft and caring
For us through all the year
Enable our ears to hear
Making our minds to run
Faster than the ruin of lollipop
He just destroy them with his girlfriend potassium pop
Giving us a great sense of her/his raw natural being

Than lollipop who
Is always giving us obesity
In our body’s prosperity
S/he is making our eyes not to see properly
As s/he destroys our vision capacity
We even use glasses
When we are supposed to read
For the entire days of our lives
We can’t get rid of them as they turned to be our tradition
Because of her/his sugar diabetes
In our body always destroying our eyes ability with his/her carbon bites

Banana pop, s/he just popping with her/his flexibility like
Banana man with the new banana woman on the move
All making the hove
“Yes I do got their love”
Oh no! The subwoofer in the room
Just came with the big boom
Inside my mind, body and soul
As they are quite much fresh
Costing less cash
But is not easy to find them in the bash
That’s why they are always fights
Because of their great security tights

What a shame lollipop
You don’t even have that tang of being moist and fresh
Like banana pop with her/his yellow colour always
But s/he is always considered as
The most dominant sponsor of our minds,
We always find you being covered
With different colours making mind’s confusions
We tried to choose our favourite flavours
But it just the same, as you give our bodies no favours,
You increase our fats
While we do got enough fats

All we got to do is to burn you with the blaze from the sun
Giving me the light of life with the additional Vitamin D
But don’t think is Sharon Dee
You know that you even build land pollution, you know that
Is that right? No you are not Dr Right

As banana woman is Dr Right with his husband banana man
Struggling to bring health inside our land’s mind
As you are always a never mind
We just leave as you are

They give knowledge toward’s the soil
With their leaves decomposition,
Your plastic covers
Just confuses the wisdom of soils
To be productive
And to be creative

The reason being you don’t even have the root, lollipop
Like banana pop who got her/his mother
That’s why you got no discipline
Towards us, no manners
So you deserve the sign minus
In our lives
As you don’t built us
In spite of destroying us