There's an unknown woman 

I collided with and ate 

yesterday.

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She was funny

abstract and messy

man, I'm disturbed, for 

somewhere within me 

inside my depth

pretty bad things

are happening

I'm displeased with myself 

the Trust condom

might have leaked!

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Dear bottle

take me into your arms 

and comfort me with hope 

for survival.

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Clear it out

that terrible

bloody and awful feeling 

from my interiors

my heart's in bad shape 

my dear bottle take effect 

make me forget

the condom

might have punctured 

for the worst

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My dear bottle

I need the language 

and the courage to stand 

face-to-face with my wife 

in solid terms to tell her where 

my money went 

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My head is incorrect 

bottle, correct it, for 

the clouds within me 

are gloomy

I see lightning strike

at daylight, and

the thunderstorm that follows 

horrifies me

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My dear bottle

I'm awfully upset

tell me the lie with which 

to extinguish the fire

of my boss

because events went wild 

I failed to report on duty 

carried away

by pleasures of this world 

whereby

I forgot that my job

is my God these days

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The warnings in my file 

make me sleepless, bottle 

I don't want to be fired 

thrown back to square one 

of poverty.

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Without you, dear bottle

my eyes are shy

my tongue is too heavy

to defend myself

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I want to fly high

from valleys of frustration

without you, dear bottle

my tongue is too heavy

to defend myself

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I need to see well 

and talk straight

making myself brave

stinking rich and happy

pure in flesh and blood

bottle, take effect

and tell me I’m not poor

that I’m important 

and big

like a Military General

surrounded by good things

and a pretty tight woman 

by his side

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Why does luck run away

when it sees me

dear bottle, I’m depressed

bail me out of depression

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I’m, scared of AIDS

I want to eat life full tilt

dear condom, save me

dare not puncture

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I want to fly high

from valleys of frustration

my soul, come

spread your wings

and let me take off

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Why is my mind so blunt

that when I shoot

the arrow of my mind

shoots miles away 

from the target

oh, shit, man!

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The devil after my soul

might have taken residence

in the cunt of that woman

who makes me sleepless

with my wife beside me

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Bottle, kill me nicely

I wan to go home finished

and fall asleep flatly 

because

my horn won’t rise tonight

to meet the needs 

of the mama

of my children

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The other woman 

finished me off, for

she thrashed me 

left and right

whoy, whoy!

singing

sucking and leaving me dry

like a pulp for my legal wife

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Tonight, I’m too exhausted

to climb the Golan Heights 

of my wife

if I dare try, I’ll slip

in as much as

every limb of my love

is kaput!

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Bottle, give me the lie

With which to blind my wife

From unearthing

That gluttonous witch

Enemy of my money

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Give me a heart-lift

I see darkness before me

in which 

nude women are out 

to finish me off, during

this grinding business

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I’m scared of the fire lit

in-between legs of women

struck by matches 

of gonorrhea

syphilis and AIDS  

I want to eat life full-tilt

then die honourably

without vomiting

and passing diarrhea

loosing my hair

left only bones

burnt by AIDS

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This AIDS is cast 

in the field of fools

for grand harvest

striking dead 

one fool after another

my dear bottle, don’t

overcome me with effect

to make me forget the fire

between legs of the women

bearing hell on earth

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I nearly got caught up

in the web of that dragoness

when she jumped on me

then tried to roll me up

in her cobweb

that she may begin to eat me

without anesthesia

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Bottle, do you think

I’m still the man of substance

I want to be?

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Bottle, what d’you tell me

about the greedy parents

of my warring wife

who have been selling to me

their terrible daughter

in endless installments 

for decades

as if their daughter

came into my life to add

when she came to subtract

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Bottle, give me courage

to face my mother-in-law

her eyes buried in caves

begging my pity

I want to tell her off

for having sold to me

a bad breed of a woman

who breeds non-stop

like a rabbit

because she forgets pills

only to lay the blames on me

that I’m too hot

in making her pregnant

day in

day out

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Her mother needs 

a blanket

sugar 

a packet of tea leaves

and a Jogoo packet of flour

for her morning porridge

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My mother-in-law gives me

disturbing and withering looks

with power to drive me

into depths of pity

her daughter is the mirror

of my mother-in-law

that’s why my heart aches

when a shilling from my pocket

goes to someone

who’s a burden of poverty

that breaks my heart

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My dear bottle

next time my mother-in-law comes

I want to slaughter her a chicken

please, don’t drain my pocket

making me a bloody poor bastard

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I’m not poor

because I want to be poor

who the hell wants 

to be poor?

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Oh, fuck you, no bottle

I’m not that poor

I drink on my own money

make love to my own woman

then afford condoms

for under-times deals outside

when my wife sanctions

flogging me sexually

because I’m too broke

to afford her deal

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Bottle, don’t let me forget

that I’ve got a job

a wife, kids and a den

that’s the main thing

in the business of life

why should I care

my dear bottle?

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