This Is A Shit - Poem by Cunningham Mbati
Who wanna wake up
when it's this cold?
My spirit is willing
but the flesh is resisting.
Am wondering who said
I must work to eat.
You have to go,
Listen to the cries of your children
under your legs, (really?)
Listen to your secret wife (who is she?)
Losing a job
is like dying poor
while you were born rich (I know that)
With a lot flesh-pain
I decide to go for the sake of my family (unknown)
Poor small Cunny
I mean small bodied Cunny,
I got sick, Yes
I knew it before I woke up.
Am at work place
Doing nothing but staring at the computer.
My clients are demanding,
My returns are counted per second,
My brain is tired,
My belly is empty.
Am going going back home
The playlist is cool
I don't care.
I hate this mkebe in form of a phone
It tells where I am.
Ooh it's the boss calling,
Mmmmh...He has some courtesy.
'Yes am here...'
'We are off air what can you do for us to remain on air...'
Am confused...in mind...'I will sort it out...'
I hate the feeling
going back to work place
in the mid night (you get the feeling?)
My best half won't like this at all (that's when I get her)
Hey, I stared too much to the computer
that it hanged itself. (didn't die)
A suicide without somebody to blame
Anyway it's just a machine.
My China made phone
The big man again...
'is it okay now? '
'But we will have to discuss something tomorrow...'
A bad day ended in a bad way....
This is just a shit.
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