Unofficial oracles in Soweto
say bullshit is the new Black.
Some of them have been
handed down vantage points
from first-hand experiences
others have sjambok lashes
and German-shepherd marks,
the very epitome of experiences
and they sound like
they’re singing a song
when it comes to one point;
bullshit is the new Black
“X” has taken more love losses
than horses that have
raced against conglomerate
It hits him harder than
Jada’s lyrics in Respect My Conglomerate
The face of rejection
are five minutes from
being the face of misogyny
but he off-ramps at total resignation
So even though he steps lively
the truth is that
the lights are on
but no one is home.
Induced numbness, lest he
transforms into a zombie
with no conscience
yet he still stays
with the stain of ‘trash.’
Damned if you do
, damned if you don’t
Caught between cow dung and bullshit
(which) is the new Black!
