All art requires courage
To stir, to irritate, to go against the grain
isn’t that what art is all about?
Oh mighty spear, zip it up will you?
Stay rigid in times of struggle; I warrant esteem
A shuffle of the spectacles, a clear giggle, a sex scandal
I’m in power!
I can’t bear the paint
What is this hanging?
It’s private, I’m private, we’re private
I am a stallion but zip it up
While I manage up the fraud, the crimes, my friends in high places
who eat caviar while you eat…
What do you eat?
They have guns, have drivers, have a pocket-full of Visa
Respect me, I say
Overlook
The rape
The nepotism
The deception
Swindling
Abide in the concave of our democracy
So the police can reign
You are
Terrorists
Racists
Oh, my people
It is my Zulu spear, blunt, unfocused
deadly to the hearts of freedom
1.85m
Surely, it should be bigger. My spear
No, hide it
So I can hide
Oh don’t judge me my people
it’s not sanctioned
Shout my name
because I am your leader
remember that freedom means you can’t offend me
Don’t hurt my feelings
I’ll hurt your sovereignty
What’s a parody?
What is justice
Stop dicking around
Please zip me up
while I zip you down
In Bed With Cool 