I give these silly little analogies for you to compare
Can a teacher become a student or does he not dare?
The eater, get eaten or is this not fair?
And if boobs Loved eyes, would they also stare?
Seeing the man in the black and white shirt put on those boxing gloves
Or the bird-breeder trapped inside a cage full of beautiful doves
Can Hatred become a human and express affection for the one he Loves?
The bespectacled nerd standing over his bully who usually shoves
A magician gets fooled by some stupid illusion
An Apartheid policeman’s house is raided, is that intrusion?
A woman beating her husband, is she abusing?
A “united” country splits an atom, you call that fusion?
A lawyer sits down, to eat the debt from his plate
A palm-reader’s unexpected death, did she forget about fate?
An untimely arrival and says: “My watch was late.”
A banker standing in some queue, an inexorable wait
Husband rolls over in bed, tonight he’s got a headache
Haughty grins of cows, while dining on delicious human steak
Woman wondering after sex, was his orgasm fake?
God gets angry and shouts: “Oh for Man’s sake!”
A stupid black man stopped me on the street and said:
“Devil did lived”. Well at least in his crazy head
But it wasn’t until later that night while I was in bed
That I thought of his sentence backward, maybe he’s genius instead.
Mr. Policeman is drunk and speeding: he writes himself a bunch of fines
Gold rings on their fingers, government says: “Let’s nationalise these mines.”
If wind came out his ass, would Mohammed say: “This is yet another of his great signs”?
Hidden amidst all these rhymes and climes and dimes, is the secret of our times
And then a bunch of chefs go out, eating some five star cuisine
The travel guide is taken to a place to which she has never been
“Wake up, wake up!” says the monster lying next to you, “It’s just a bad dream.”
“Wrug na luz, my darling, just swim downstream.”
But a most important question leaks through my smile
And I have to ask it but please don’t think me vile:
Now God sits up there, pretty, in all his Heavenly style
But would he ever be a human, just for a while?
Would he stub his toe on the corner of a door?
Would he eat the apple and leave the core?
Are those his dirty clothes, just lying on the floor?
Could he be reduced to a beast, down on all four?
So, he’d watch a leaf fall and wonder just how?
He’d put his back into farm and begin to plough?
He’d witness a miracle and exclaim: “Oh, wow!”?
Or would he simply stay up there, frozen in eternal bow?
Would he shed tears because of his joy and pain?
Pray, and wonder if it is all actually in vain?
Cast his face, thankful, for the descending rain?
Or ever have us groom his prideful mane?
Have no certainty, but a very reliable thing called “Faith”?
Be beaten down and spat upon, just because of his race?
Bend over in a shopping centre, underwear sticking out, to tie his shoe lace?
Crash on a motorbike and have the road remove half his face?
You see, I’m not sure, I’m really not sure.. he would..
Walk out of a bathroom after a torturous snippet of constipation
Ask but have no answers while staring at the universe’s constellation
Have a child on his knee, and read to him with inexplicable elation
Partake in The War, defending his people and his nation
Hold a diseased, dying woman and feel bones, not flesh
Lie, wondering at night, and fearing eventual death
Get fucked up by unbelievers; passed out in a bloody mess
Being told that, if you’re wicked, there shall be no rest
Scratch incessantly because of those bastard lice
Risk everything on one decision, like the roll of the dice
Watch the death of a Loved one, and have your heart sliced
Oh my, I forgot... Jesus Christ.
T. Hancock
2010-11-19
Can a teacher become a student or does he not dare?
The eater, get eaten or is this not fair?
And if boobs Loved eyes, would they also stare?
Seeing the man in the black and white shirt put on those boxing gloves
Or the bird-breeder trapped inside a cage full of beautiful doves
Can Hatred become a human and express affection for the one he Loves?
The bespectacled nerd standing over his bully who usually shoves
A magician gets fooled by some stupid illusion
An Apartheid policeman’s house is raided, is that intrusion?
A woman beating her husband, is she abusing?
A “united” country splits an atom, you call that fusion?
A lawyer sits down, to eat the debt from his plate
A palm-reader’s unexpected death, did she forget about fate?
An untimely arrival and says: “My watch was late.”
A banker standing in some queue, an inexorable wait
Husband rolls over in bed, tonight he’s got a headache
Haughty grins of cows, while dining on delicious human steak
Woman wondering after sex, was his orgasm fake?
God gets angry and shouts: “Oh for Man’s sake!”
A stupid black man stopped me on the street and said:
“Devil did lived”. Well at least in his crazy head
But it wasn’t until later that night while I was in bed
That I thought of his sentence backward, maybe he’s genius instead.
Mr. Policeman is drunk and speeding: he writes himself a bunch of fines
Gold rings on their fingers, government says: “Let’s nationalise these mines.”
If wind came out his ass, would Mohammed say: “This is yet another of his great signs”?
Hidden amidst all these rhymes and climes and dimes, is the secret of our times
And then a bunch of chefs go out, eating some five star cuisine
The travel guide is taken to a place to which she has never been
“Wake up, wake up!” says the monster lying next to you, “It’s just a bad dream.”
“Wrug na luz, my darling, just swim downstream.”
But a most important question leaks through my smile
And I have to ask it but please don’t think me vile:
Now God sits up there, pretty, in all his Heavenly style
But would he ever be a human, just for a while?
Would he stub his toe on the corner of a door?
Would he eat the apple and leave the core?
Are those his dirty clothes, just lying on the floor?
Could he be reduced to a beast, down on all four?
So, he’d watch a leaf fall and wonder just how?
He’d put his back into farm and begin to plough?
He’d witness a miracle and exclaim: “Oh, wow!”?
Or would he simply stay up there, frozen in eternal bow?
Would he shed tears because of his joy and pain?
Pray, and wonder if it is all actually in vain?
Cast his face, thankful, for the descending rain?
Or ever have us groom his prideful mane?
Have no certainty, but a very reliable thing called “Faith”?
Be beaten down and spat upon, just because of his race?
Bend over in a shopping centre, underwear sticking out, to tie his shoe lace?
Crash on a motorbike and have the road remove half his face?
You see, I’m not sure, I’m really not sure.. he would..
Walk out of a bathroom after a torturous snippet of constipation
Ask but have no answers while staring at the universe’s constellation
Have a child on his knee, and read to him with inexplicable elation
Partake in The War, defending his people and his nation
Hold a diseased, dying woman and feel bones, not flesh
Lie, wondering at night, and fearing eventual death
Get fucked up by unbelievers; passed out in a bloody mess
Being told that, if you’re wicked, there shall be no rest
Scratch incessantly because of those bastard lice
Risk everything on one decision, like the roll of the dice
Watch the death of a Loved one, and have your heart sliced
Oh my, I forgot... Jesus Christ.
T. Hancock
2010-11-19
