my undependable jalopy broke down on Halloween night
on a dark spooky road with nary a sliver of light
I got on my phone and called an Uber, hoping one was near
pretty soon a loud knock on my window I hear
It was a black cat riding a tiny broom
I have come to give you a ride, she said, and soon
I have a tight schedule, so come on, my dear
But I did not fit, because I have a corpulent rear
We're not allowed to think it
Colonialism, apartheid had benefits
During apartheid RSA was clean
A religious sort of clean, I admit
But things worked, banks took checks
And you could go in, not pay to deposit
Out of fear of criminals, banks hide
From depositors, charge not "credit" (us)
Back before Mandela's famed win
Electricity was second cheapest
Only beaten by New Zealand in price
Now money cannot buy power/t"krag,"
My local grocery man says he can't pay
The cost of diesel, Rands1,000 an hour
To run generators to keep food fresh
And we are now in Day 2 of blackout
We are going back; the good old days?
Make a wood fire for morning mojo, tea?
NOTE:
It's 7:30 am by the time I post this, and it's 20 hours straight without any electric. The providers, government owned, just don't care enough. Corruption & lack of maintenance is destroying the first world status if our cuties & towns. Will investors come here when power is so undependable? No hot meal or drink for me since 11am yesterday, & one must travel to town in steady rain to buy, if available. God will always see us through, in Jesus's name. PTL
Disorderliness,
You counted on me for years,
Undependable.
Why can't you tell the truth?
Why are you not reliable?
Why will you tell me 'today'
And today you'll say 'tomorrow'?
Why can't anyone trust you?
Why is your yes not yes
And your no not no?
You disappoint people as a way of life
And it's okay by you
You don't care about people
Or at least about your name
You've foiled me twice, thrice
And I can't count anymore
You're unbelievable
Unreliable
Undependable
And never to be trusted
'Wish you could see what you are doing to you
How I won't commend you to people I knew
How I'll discourage them working with you
But too bad you are too blind to see
I may be thought of as unwanted leftovers perhaps;
Maybe that’s because I leave a bad taste in their mouths?
It’s said I’m never on time, never in line; and continually blind somehow;
And how can anyone love me if according to Hoyle I’m so undependable?
But my pets, they insist that I give them my love;
I’m a very nice guy; what’s not to love and I love with such intensity.
Of course not everyone can accept love like they do.
People have expectations and rightly so I guess.
I’m still loved though and I’m loyal and look out for those who love me;
But yet those who were once the closest categorize me as;
Insignificant residue from the past that they wish would go away.
It was once even considered ideally prudent; if I had of perished long ago.
Perhaps it’s a circle needing to be broken; so leaving little else to say;
I suppose at this point I should inject a social indemnity;
That hopes their lives continue to prosperous if it so suits them.
And me; I’ll do like I always do and make believe it doesn’t matter.
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