To the power company. . .with venom

I write you a letter; scratch that, a poem,

I’ve tried every approach, but the words,
I guess are too big,

You simply don’t know ‘em.

So here’s another attempt, borne out of a cut wire,

The approach,

Different in every way entire.


It pisses me off no end, knowing I’m stuck with you,

Down right shitty is the reality,

The fact,

That neither I nor my countrymen

Have anything we can do…

Except hope….and dream,

And dream….


Dream a dream filled with animosity,

Bursting at the seam, with intent cold,

Filled to the brim with desires of the mold,

The mold of which I speak,

Is the kind from which I derive a kick,

Like when I watch a flick,

Where the sick demented prick

Meets his end,

His demise,

Gone, till Kingdom come.

Nobody cries… nobody tries.


That’s what I feel for you,








  • Tandra Reply January 25, 2008

    venom is apt

  • Joshi Reply January 25, 2008

    Dude, I find this very apt for that chick thats always cockblocks me whenever i try to get abit of coitus with her hot roomie from Kazakhstan!

  • tumwijuke Reply January 25, 2008

    Oooh angry is so sexy on you.

  • Baz Reply January 25, 2008


    I keep telling guys to get windmills or something

  • aegeus Reply January 27, 2008

    solar panels, anyone?

  • Carlo Reply January 28, 2008

    mama, you think when Umeme doesn’t understand bugambo they’ll go a step higher in their IQ and decipher a poem? i think physical violence is necessary in some instances. peace.

  • Mr. Back2Basics... Reply January 31, 2008

    Like i said elsewhere
    Tumwi’s eyes disappeared from her blog, and they seem to be “on you”

    Ok, lame attempts at humour never worked with me!!

    LOL at Talib

  • Minty Reply February 5, 2008

    Definitely comes across, this mad as a bufallo with a hernia ire. Now send it to them with anthrax powder in the envelope.

  • Lesi Lesi Reply February 6, 2008

    A post on our detective, murderer and co. please!!!

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