Sonnettics

The poet’s mind is closed the door is locked
A metaphor is nothing but a lie
All poetry that’s written should be mocked
Let’s celebrate when all the poets die

Do you remember how it feels to be
Or not to be a poem in a play
The world inside the mind you’ll never see
I wish the world outside would go away

Yes I’m a poet and my mind is shut
It makes it easy to reject your words
In poetry the cadences are cut
In smelly chunks of similaic turds

So crumble this one up and wipe your ass
If poetry attacks you, it will pass.

Toe wou ek in Suid Afrika gebly
Toe was ek “ingevoerde boer” genoem
Toe het  geliefde vriende daan gesê
“Nou moet jy net ‘n meise vind, ‘n bloem!”

En nou ek wil ‘n bietje kerrie hê
En rys. Ek hou van blatjang op my kos
‘N braai is altyd lekker. Glo my!
(Ten minste stuur my fotos in die pos)

Ek wou “Die Stem” nog weer met jou gesing
Ek mis die Kersfees in ‘n somer maand 
Onthou ek alle woorde word net "ding"
Die taale meng in die geliefde land!

Gedagtes kom natuurlik nog aan my
Want wil ek in Suid Afrika gebly.