Capetonification

I look up at that mountain, in who's shadow we all must live.
I know you.
I know the unconscious sacrifice we pay to fumble between your flanks.
you distract us from life,
with your beauty,
and presence,
you make us forget,
and you suck the time out of our days.

It is the game
these people like to play.
posing,
posturing,
gloating,
clique-ing,
soaking up the golden South African sun while they watch the world fuck over into oblivion.
a smile
and
a mojito
on their lips.
in the city that gave this nation birth
Later Nelson, thanks for playing.

we never get anything done around here.
were always waiting for something or someone.
we cease to seize.
I am your most perfect example.
young.
stupid.
naive and gullible.
yet the world behind this perpetual vacation becomes clearer everyday.
I'm on to you, mother city, bitch.
slut.
sucking the life, the potential, the great and glory from me like some hungry cum-guzzling queen.

Irony is as old as God.

your allure is failing.
the day comes when I will shirk your sycophantic embrace.
I gather my strength.
I have more to offer. you haven't won yet.
you'll see.