Whae dae pekin den can,
Tell dem sae I cumo
Ah go fen biscuit.
Circles and Round-Trips
Lost in time, looking for a piece of mine.
Every morning, the same sun —
daily stand-up, we say the same things.
All hail 5pm on Friday!
Foxtrot with bills and dreams,
knee-deep in things I don’t need.
But there’s a pace to keep
at the stoplight with
strangers and other men.
Stuck on second hand,
no time for the roses.
Crackpot in a microwave;
Mile-run, we Bolt’in’
For Kishane’s silver medal —
Such a cautionary tale.
Catch me and I’d tell you:
You either winning or losing
And man, when you’ve lost
You’d do anything to get up
Because na you go sabie
Whae dae grun drae,
water is the new champagne.
