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1.Advice to Slave Owners
Listen, for I have been consulted by the best;
Roman, Egyptian, Briton, Afrikaaner.
Slaves may also listen;
for they will not understand.
That is their nature.
You have entered the slave-quarters by night,
a pastime that has its pleasures,
also it is pervaded by dangers.
you know that the opiates with which we subdue them can, in the darkness, encourage them to break out into Bacchic revelries.
You must therefore learn to recognize slaves,
as they have your skin-color, wear your clothes,
(But, my dears, look at their shoes).
You can, however, tell them by the pride they have
in their chains;
look at their slavish tricks
with credit cards and mobile phones.
You must always show your superior technologies.
They will produce a gold or platinum card.
Yours must be made of moon rock, and meteorite.
While they talk slavish talk into their cell phone,
You must receive a fax on yours
indicating that you have bought their mother’s street and sold it on to be flattened
for the erection of a temple to yourself.
When you find a queue, walk to its head.
When the slaves protest, challenge them
“Don’t you know who I am?
Don’t you know who I am?
And they will be cowed,
because their lack of knowledge
is the badge of their enslavement. 2.Peter and Wendy
They lived on the estate of lost children
Where no- one could work,So no-one grew up
And parents were children, And even grandparents just grew old, never wise.
Wendys mum was Mrs Darling, In fact after few vodkas, She was anyone’s darling, And sat beside the window, With the light on, just in case…While Wendy played half-a-home –is better-than-none,Peter played with the pirates, Snorting magic dust with Tinkerbelle.One fine day, outrunning Constable Hook,He crashed through the windscreen Of a stolen Gti And flew for the first and last time.
“To die better be an awfully big adventure” He thought
“Because there was fuck-all magic here”
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