an illusion?

the deep desire in your eyes
that wry smile on your face
like the early morning rising sun
soothing my turbulent soul

hoping for the opportune moment
maybe i am a victim of my ways
a victim of being presumptuous
i will wait but not in vain

cleaning the toilet

the acrid smell
those hairy maggots
there on the stale shit
in the rivulets of urine
defunct flushing unit
in dire need of cleaning
then i must clean the toilet

typhoid, dysentry, cholera
decimating the future
get the flushing unit working
this toilet i must clean
the moment demands decision
not the time to duck and dive

to a son

when you look at it
through the lens of abandonment
your mind will be full to the brim
full to the brim with bitterness
deep rooted resentment for me

they will draw you to their side
then i will be demonised
i will take my share of the blame
maybe this will prod you into objectivity
maybe after this storm comes calm

scaling dizzy heights

it is not about what you know
now it is about who you know
about warped political connections
licking arse to scale dizzy heights
sex in plush offices for high posts

throw into the trash can
brittle perceptions about merit
those systems rotten to the marrow
diarrhoea ideas running the show
service delivery dealt a telling blow