My brother Peter Pan from Neverland called - I see
your friends on Facebook, strangers from Nigeria and
Kenya; contrite I reply, Yes, I thought these kind friend
requests came from poetry aficionados who liked my poem
About the Arabic language as female complement to the
male Hebrew language, and my other poem about children
of Africa running down the street in Pretoria CBD having
the time of our lives – but then it seemed it was a scam
And the Lord and Master of the CharCastle was quite
angry when I woke him with the news I have been hacked,
he fixed the problem and since then I have been suffering
with a new bout of PTSD, the only thing keeping me alive
Being the conviction that alien forces are bored enough to
watch human antics and I trust my ridiculous performance
will be amusing enough for them to protect my life against
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