City Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

Home to all the city dwellers,
I envied all those with cellars;
Small spaces to warm my back.
I lived alone on the city crack;
Seeingviolent crimes and wanting food.
Surely I could be of some good,
To the cops who ran the block.
If they'd give me food I'd wait;
With a camera at twelve o clock,
And let the robbers take the bate.
I'd do this for some food and cash,
and some whisky with a dash
of any hand-out from the state.
Now I have a cellar too, and a date.