In His Darkest Hour Poem by Pheko Motaung

The mad man
In his darkest hour
Searches feverishly for
The cannibalised man's uneaten skull

The gambler
In his darkest hour
Loses his wife and his house and his car
Now what's he gonna do
Me friends?

The politician
In his darkest hour
Knocks on the door of the brothel
And comes out sans shirt sans trousers
Sans dignity

A match made in heaven would be
The gambler and the mad man combining forces
The gambler then to trick the politician
Into losing his life's savings
The lunatic to run away into the bushes
With the uneaten head of the politician
In his darkest hour
For the sake of joy to the world