An Ode To J.M. Coetzee Poem by Christian Muller

Excellent J.M. Coetzee.
Is to our country dear.
But I muse to myself
On the actual wealth,
Of dearest J.M. Coetzee.

Wisest J.M. Coetzee.
Is to our thinkers dear.
And the varsities teach
All the kak that you preach,
Taking turns to kiss your rear.

Noble J.M. Coetzee.
Lives without a peer.
No writer can clone
Your talent to moan,
And your lively lack of cheer.

Bravest J.M. Coetzee.
Is a writer without fear.
But you can't be afraid
When you're in Adelaide,
Holding a tenured career.

Comrade J.M. Coetzee
Your hate for the Nats was clear.
But how does this bode,
When they live down the road
And call you their buurman Coetzee?