Reuben wha are we gonna do to dem
Slew dem
Who dem?
well done
So me say again
Slew dem are bear feelings them are carry
Dem dont bow already
and them cant say dem sorry
Slew dem are bear feeling dem are carry
You no want grab song fir again
Who dem are could are what are dem are try
dem go dis king selassie watch de whole are dem die
Who dem me are go see dem with dem spell
Dem dis emanuel and dem so gone to hell ya!...
who dem are could are who dem mock us
dem dis marcus I know dem all bit the dust ya Ok, so I am a size twelve. I was a size eleven, officially when I left home, in industrial shoes that I salvaged from a previous boilermaking "journeyman" part time job, after I had decided to get rid of any clothes that I would not have on me rather than leave them at home, just so that, my mom would have no 'room' to think that some 'muti' could draw me back.I came through to gaborone comfortably, and then crossed over into south africa, next of next month? MY MY. I mean it was december when I came into this land, and ended up with this crazy woman who took one look at my low cut shoes and decided she had better ones, and I went to spend the holiday weekend that saw zuma rise to the chairmanship of the country ( It appears that before I even enter a country, fools that are easy to be disposed of take over. I mean, I would notm lose sleep over his death, fool has no morals) at her house while she tried seriously to seduce me, including going naked before me. Hell, ladies, I have had women suck my dick, and I have had things done to me, like this body chocolate and.... never mind. So what I get here does not even remotely get past my eyes to my nostrils. The only good woman is one in your arms, not some picture or something afar off. And nowadays, I find no woman attractive enough to BRING to my arms. Sluts and pretenders all of dem. Think you have a secret weakness, and they are always ready to pounce on any supposed one. Ha, I said what I said, and NOTHING will alter that
Well, she threw away my shoes, I ended up with this very expensive boot, when I ran away from her house. I did not steal it, it was given it was mine, people were there to see me leave, besides my other shoes were gone, so fair's fair.
They were written size eleven. They hurt. MY toes would be squashed when I finally took them out of the shoes and they would hurt like hell when the circulation returned. I walked slowly, and I was HUGE in those days, another sore point even now, because my head seemed the right size, which to me was the whole point to any body building. So I just looked tough.
Now, seven years later, I was rather feeling low about my size twelve, light shoes that served me in pollsmoor. Xhosa professional robbers took a look at them and the black jacket and assumed I was someone of high class, stubborn, but rich outside.
Fact that I talked with my hand and was always so ready to snap so much that whenever I started growling whoever I would be growling at would be instantly told to shut up or go sit somewhere else made them think I was a self sufficient guy who would not ask for help.
They did not understand it, but they respected it. Who was I to tell them I was just from sleeping under the rollicking motion of train wheels ever so regularly bearing down on the rails just near this train station, what is it? Yeah, whatever!
Today, I was feeling VERY VERY self conscious. I have been coughing a lot since my incarceration, and when I thought it over, it returned. One of those niggling problems, and it is worse when I try to get angry. MY throat starts complaining, and so, not only the discomfort I start feeling but also, like now, the fact that I got better shoes to take away my feeling of shame, well, made the weather remain the way it was. I wanted it done like, TODAY. I do not like any of you at all.AS I walked from the library, the toad decided that smoke from her cigarette probably would not reach me, so she decided she would blow her exhaust fumes. No I think she is more civilised than that, and besides, if she PERSONALLY had exhaust FUMES she would probably be on fire. Now, that is a thought
I found the usual suspects there, yeah, THAT one, I did not bother checking, and I think that whole day today i never even looked at her windows. If I did she would probably have felt some sense of superiority. Anyway, mike pulled up, in some drop top affair. King of the roost. I felt glad that I have a sense of the ridiculous, because I decided to go work at the park, and as soon as I had decided, they were out, him and ms short and dumpy ( these people are such that I do not even TRY to understand them. They are way beyond crazy) and she walked towards someplace down there, you see it, and when I walked finally to go sit down, I was like, wow!
Anyway, I wanted something, even to be able to walk in as I walked away, and something had to be done about getting some better throat protection.
So, lets say I am testing my equipment now. If that is not satisfactory I will have a replacement. Then I will kill you. Its not that I can say, definitely tomorrow things will go down south, emotionally but truth is I am THINKING I need some movement, so lets say it will happen when it happens.I wont say when, it will give me some leeway also, because everyone will probably have their feathers out more and more, thinking it aint gonna happen, when it just does. I realise it has to be quick, and sudden, and so I am thinking that are way. Prolonged things get me bored.
