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Bronwyn Voskuil

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ecstacee

by

Bronwyn Voskuil


Come with me, to the peripheree of societee,
Where smilee, happee e-bunnees play e-partee
Freakee uvee rays, shimmer through smokee air
Alls iriee, sucking on lollee pops and here and there a friendlee stare

Lets see, which lethal jumble of a remedee will it be?
Fuzzee white doves, shinee pink diamonds or maybe a mitsubishiee.

Watch and see how freelee and openlee,
The exchange is made of e for monee.
Artee grafitee blended with phonee suavitee portray a picture: really groovee.
While, the frame is torn apart by jumpee jaws, so jitteree.
No wonder theres the paramedic just in case of an emergencee.
Yet, once an e is dropped, gaitee is feined, so is libertee.
Until drowse, sweatee, muzee e-bunnees emerge slowee,
after forte three hours so unsightlee_

Just tell me, is it better to be a twentee,
or thirtee year old creepee junkee?


O' Mother of our Country

by

Bronwyn Voskuil

O Mother of our Country_
You who led our struggle,
Our values you now juggle
Only days after your bloody birth, your odious flaw,
Pierces the infant in the rib, a twisted claw.

O Mother of our Country_
What do we do with our respect,
When you are a most guilty suspect?
No wrong can ever make a right,
Yet, you fought a most noble fight.

O Mother of our Country_
Shall we honour your gallant bravery
And, pardon the suit of crookery?
For the equation, you fought to exist in our day,
Some say, the pardon is clearly scanty damage to pay.

Equity threatens to confine you, far,
Why? Our very own nkalakatha_
But Mother, O Mother, you are.

ecstacee

by

Bronwyn Voskuil


Come with me, to the peripheree of societee,
Where smilee, happee e-bunnees play e-partee
Freakee uvee rays, shimmer through smokee air
Alls iriee, sucking on lollee pops and here and there a friendlee stare

Lets see, which lethal jumble of a remedee will it be?
Fuzzee white doves, shinee pink diamonds or maybe a mitsubishiee.

Watch and see how freelee and openlee,
The exchange is made of e for monee.
Artee grafitee blended with phonee suavitee portray a picture: really groovee.
While, the frame is torn apart by jumpee jaws, so jitteree.
No wonder theres the paramedic just in case of an emergencee.
Yet, once an e is dropped, gaitee is feined, so is libertee.
Until drowse, sweatee, muzee e-bunnees emerge slowee,
after forte three hours so unsightlee_

Just tell me, is it better to be a twentee,
or thirtee year old creepee junkee?