Jacques Sprenkie Mateya (September / Dennilton)
My neighbor! ! !
My neighbor is not a good neighbor
He roars like a lion.
Every one is his antagonist
He rolls people like a gorilla rolling a tyre
When he is around every one is on run
He doesn't have negotiating skills
But fighting techniques like a crocodile
He is bluffing like a dog in the night
And he snores like a monkey when he is asleep
My neighbor is not a father-figure
He beat the hell out of a woman
And a woman out of hell
He unfriendly like a wind blows us all
So bad like a thunderstorm
In the night he breaks paraphernalia
Like an angry child
When he is drunk! We overhear
He is one bull in kraal everyone is his opponent
The form of game he likes, is beating
When he plays he doesn't play, he beat
"My son I don't play with kids, I make kids"
He doesn't count his words
But his fists
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