Mocking Mbevi
Flaunting bliss like a golden medal
He struts about like a valiant prince,
Frowning at every sensible locution:
To mar and blemish and hurt and wince.
He knows no sense
Nor appreciates status,
His bliss is supreme law:
Brain's self-breaking hiatus.
He’s doomed to total damnation
And kisses that fact with glee;
Beckoning his annihilation
With feather-brained mirth.
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