Poem -

Little Boy

Little boy 

Stop hiding in the flaxes
Learn the incantations 
To protect you from the axes

Little boy 

Get rich and pay your taxes 
And heaven's on the ioS,
You can't reach God through faxes

Little boy 

Stop buying all them books 
That you know you'll never read;
Coz they make your pockets bleed

Little boy 

Stop assuming that you'll be 
a man, if you can read your swollen libraries
In entirety

Little boy 

Stop thinking there's an answer 
In the pages of a book 
By some man who died of cancer

Little boy

To perfect this dance 
You'll need a book on forms of movement,
Written in Afrikaans

You have bibles you can't read 
In tongues you cannot speak 

And to tie them all together 
Grab the book, just out of reach

Take the ladder on your right 
In the foreign language section 

There's a book on application 
Written in perspiration

But you won't read it,
Coz you don't have time 

You're too busy writing poems 
About how you're getting by

But it all made sense 
One time when you were high 

You had the manuscript together 
But then it slipped your mind

Little boy 

One day you'll pay the price 

Or you'll satiate your hunger 
Eating books on growing rice

Little boy