My Abhorrent Skilful Affray Poem by Amos Motlanthe

The alliterations of the world
hath began
they come to claim burgers
and dogs
like a Lamborghini that runs
to Dunhill and smoke

The merchants of the world
then stagger
like the day I will never forget
she flew not to be seen ever again
like never

The sponge bobs and spiders of the
great world come to life
and roll down beetle memories rolls

Hundred numbers add themselves
and compete
deleting the remainders like dust
naturally
singing in school of fish deep blue
sea

Their scotch is like rotten
dancing a spit as they puke
their last names

Hoping is snoring for a place
to stand
with a future in mind every day
palpitating slowly
then therefore the end come to
an end and end everything that ever
smiled with knowledge of excitement
happily