Daily Archives: June 3, 2010

Accidental Anarchists

I know that this is supposed to be a poetry blog but as I am the author, I am allowed to bend the rules.

I was driving – as I always do – down the R24 where they have placed many wonderful flags along the highway from the airport nearly the whole way to Jo’burg.

I was admiring these flags when it struck me for the thousandth time this year, there are too many flags that are upside down! An issue made worse by the fact that these flags are the first things that people are going to see when they enter this country.

There is a row of red poles holding up every flag for every country that is taking part in the 2010 Fifa World Cup. When one looks closely one will see that according to these flags and the people that put them up Ireland is taking part in the World Cup! Astounding, however, when one then looks at the row of flags that the solitary Irish flag is waving in, one will notice that the Irish flag is in fact the Ivory Coast flag placed upside down! Well done South Africa.

Drive further along the road and there is a row of French flags, 3 with red on the top and 3 with blue on the top – my guess is that the person who was hanging the flags wasn’t sure which way to put them and thought that he would cover both possibilities.

Then we eventually find ourselves driving next to our very own drug capital – Bruma Lake Flea Market, where management has employed all the rastas and their stoner clients to hang flags on the fence. Great idea because they are cheap labour – by way of payment give them a packet of Cheese Curls and a Cream Soda. Issue: the South African flag is upside down and so are many others. A person did however spot that the S.A. flag is upside down and decided to steal it. I love the South African spirit.

Mentioning that the S.A. flag is upside down, has anyone noticed that every second car has got the same problem? You can now buy South African flags at every robot that are already put on the pole the wrong way round. This is fantastic because the work is halfway done for you the accidental anarchist.

We need to learn from that person who stole the upside down flag from Bruma. We need to mobilise and steal every other upside down flag in this country. The only problem will be that all the money, sorry, all the foreigners coming into the country will be greeted by more empty poles than flags.

One more thing…
What is our issue with New Zealand?
Nearly every one of their flags are upside down.

People MOBILISE and steal!


Your black mother smothers you in love
She wraps her dark arms around your soul
She gives you strength
And removes all your self-control

Your dark mother whores you out to society
She knows where you’ve been, she knows where you’re going
She loves you sarcastic
And turns you into a statistic

Your whore mother lies with a smile
You only need some to get you a mile
Your slut of a mother loves you none
She gives you the high and then she’s done

You’re done, you’re gone
The smacked up horse won
You’re free, we bleed
You’re addiction was your loaded gun

You are

You’re that cleansing water
You put out my dirty fire
Unchained my hear
and set me free
You let me be me

You’re my personal saviour
You freed me from pragmatic hell
Untied the chords
and let me breathe
Told all my ghosts to leave

You’re that constant high
Your lips my drug
Your heart my all
You picked me up
and I now stand tall

Staff Only

In this corner, only staff allowed
I always seem to find my peace of mind
I fade away from the chaos of life
And dream about building liberated minds

I dream of revolution and being at the fore
I dream about moulding our future president,
doctors, writers, teachers, and historians

I think about love spreading
I think about hate dying
I get lost in thoughts of freedom, true democracy
An end to sexism and racist slurs

I dream
I think
I wish
I get lost

The bell goes and reality hits
There is not enough time
And there’s too much red-tape
This is O.B.E.
A noose for the free


The planet has been laid to waste
Mother Earth has been left a bitter taste
She embraced us when she first met us
We held her close too but hid behind our masks

Back then we were apes
We evolved into a dead end
We abuse, we use, and we never say thank you
But Mother Earth is such a push-over
We shouldn’t act surprised

Humans are such a waste
We are that bitter taste
Modern man is the missing link
At that part of the stew that wouldn’t sink

Two Business Men Meet

They sat at a table
Speaking words they thought important
Punting views and ejaculating nonsense
One hid behind his glasses
The other behind his slouch
Male, Testosterone, Dominance
A cock fight, a dance, a display
The alpha-male in decay

No eye contact, just shallow smiles
No understanding; no humanity
They sat at a table
Speaking words to seal the deal
Playing each other; self gratification
So uncomfortable, so cold
It’s nothing personal
Just business – you understand?

There is no real art
No paintings
No drawings
It’s just lines well placed
No dance
No sculpture
Just movement repeated or frozen
No poetry
No prose
Just words placed in good order
There is no art

It’s all been done before…