Sing a little jig about
Vusi
Shroud the reasons why you
Pushed him out
The door
With the strangest little song about a man who would go down
to the floor
If not rescued.

Quick shift with left to right to left again then hold on tight
For shadow sideshows that give us fright
And less than consciousness:
As first Shabby… so oh
conveniently
provides for
Righteous indignation
Affecting whoooh?
No redress save a lien
On his cash which with some dash may be
Dispensed…
to his bold markers.

A bigger hand
A bigger hand: they cry, with joy. Start the Toi… for the sneakiest
hand
Called blind man’s muff and we huff and huff about those who
stuff their pockets full of mis-
begotten rough bold cash: snatched from the dash
to ye olde [soccer] world cup

Fifty million in comm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How dare these men bomb!!!!!!!!!!! on the people this way????????????
Says the finister of migrants a fine old figature of probity and
Caution who speaks with straight comfortable morality,
inveighs against plurality
And neatly steals the show
away from Vusi
ands those woosy
men
And women in his prosecuting ministry

Now what was that story about a warrant… of arrest?… For who?
Nooo… 0
Never such a laughable
suggestion
surely
no one would think to…
Mention it was he
surely there would be
No such thing

And lest you forget again about the things that are real
That woman down there who killed a husband somewhere
Has been released to bury daddy struck down by wrath almighty so you see
if Vusi had something he had say then he may
have had such a hand wouldn’t he?

Wouldn’t he?
NiK[07]