The Handsome Guy Poem by Thabani Khumalo

A handsome man steadily paces down
the pavement with his hands scooped up at the chest,
he keeps swinging the other hand to his mouth
as he seems to chew something of aliment nuts in his mouth -
as he is seen under the lurid street light.

Under the big tree at a short distance yonda,
three notty thugs are lurking at a dark spot
just before the endless rabble at a busy corner.
They are smoking a lot of toxic substances
whose smoke they blow up, polluting the awesome scent of the breeze.

As they see the handsome guy steadily approach, they jump on him to pounce like carnivorous animals:
this is the obvious scene of the overt deep jungle
where the snake swallows whole and quickly
takes joy in feeling its prey die inside its monstrous stomach;
it shouldn't be common within any department of human civility.

The handsome guy ironically pauses for a moment
as he catches enough of his breath to consolidate adequate composure,
he releases the facebrick - traveling at a dangerous speed.
He crashes it into one's skull with a hammering hurtle -
the brick he had all along carried through the entire block with intent.

They all simultaneously fall from overwhelming fear of abruptly meeting with death -
this occurs while looking at the handsome guy in the pupils of his noble eyes,
he hears the guns get snatched and cast afar -
onto the busy road by the peaceful spirit of Mother Teresa.
May her beautiful soul ever rest in amiable peace

A gorgeous girl stands at the witness space of this ugly scene
and she sees the handsome guy wink
his sexy eye above his delectable smirk.
I had told them that I'd break their bones,
had they only continued to infringe
on other people's important rights to physical safety.