There are many powerful men in our land
But they are worthless...

Some are smarter than others
Some are tougher than others...

all things central to the phallus image
The centre of 'our' universe...

things that can be built in the air
This be my delight, fleeting as an alcoholic high...

I am stepping outside of the planet for a while
No drugs to hide behind...

Farting on a Sunday is somehow unsociable
Life is like one long funeral message...

sabbatical nagging at my brain
nine to five burns up space, cauterizing,numbs...

I am, out here on my own.
Flat lining...

The book of life is perennial as the stars.
Patterns, haunting our every move...

Wrapped up in a white skin!
I am, we are African...

Flying through my wall
Jamming up my personal space...

I got me a monkey on my back
related to my knife and fork...