I am a baby
With me my parents are all in all
Ifind my mother absolutely nude
She stands on the chest of my father
Iam jealous of my father
I want those feet of my mother
on my chest and on my head
Her feet far exceeds al the wealth
that is Johannesburgh
and all the dazzle that is Pretoria
Iwonder why the mother
keeps that untold treasure
with my dad
who is plunged in marijuana and meditation
who is little worldly minded
He is so credulous
Anyone who praises him
gets his blessings
Believe me he is such a spendthrift
Oh I wish my moyjer had trusted me
and made me treasurer
of her feet
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