JOKERS FROM EAST LONDON

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

They are all sick Jokers
That’s what they are
They stink and groan
So don’t give them a penny.

These guys shoot at anything that moves
And munch sprouted shrimps like starved brides
They gulp down leaven milk like castrated bullocks
The fools do that all day long
As if there was no tomorrow.

Copyright 2011