Tuesday 27 January 2015

Trance

Trance
Terem terem
                     Row row row the boat       dolphin? no, no, a big fish
And winds carrying  spirits of demons ………fighting
Fighting against incantations from witchdoctors
                     And curses from Pentecostal pastors who behave like Yehova equals.
Then the cajoling feeling of a snake licking the thigh of Eve
Soft tongue, a great feeling……so soft, who wouldn’t love that?
                        Terem terem.

The jungle
                        the jungle where lion is the king but the bee still stings him
Te lion just shakes off, whirls the tail and runs after the dik dik
                        Like ladies outside 680 chasing the baldhead Italian gambler
The lion chases the dik dik, the lady chases the dick, for meat for money.


At the Weston             at the Weston the manager is drooling over a playing field
                        What a car park, perhaps a swimming pool at the far end
Fuck the poor school kids…play at your balconies or buy a PS
(The manager whistles Bob Marley’s Buffalo Soldier as he notes    some evils on paper)
Fighting on arrival                               fighting for survival
            If you know your history, then you would know, where you are coming from.

Terem terem
                     Row row row the boat       dolphin? no, no, a big fish
And winds carrying  spirits of demons ………fighting
Fighting against incantations from witchdoctors
                     And curses from Pentecostal pastors who behave like Yehova equals.
Then the cajoling feeling of a snake licking the thigh of Eve
Soft tongue, a great feeling……so soft, who wouldn’t love that?
                        Terem terem.




   

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