(Sick poems) A kleptomaniac of Clipper Town
My sister's husband is a kleptomaniac
He goes to church and leaves the house of the
Lord with the pastor's Bible safely tucked away
In the pocket of the old army jacket he likes
To wear when he goes to confession
His best friend invites him to the wedding and he
Relieves the bride of her wedding dress
My sister's husband is a kleptomaniac
He plays with the kids at the children's playground
And the little fellas cry and cry because my sister's
Husband has vanished into the horizon with their ice cream
He chairs the meeting of the farmer's union with his eye on the flock
He comes in the night and steals the protesting farmer's sheep
As punishment for non payment of services rendered
The Minister Of Police is crying fowl he demands action
He is wanted by the South African Police Services for selling
Them fake sleek German Sedans...the whole episode has embarrassed
The faithful servants of the people to the delight of the opposition
Borders are sealed he is on the wanted list of INTERPOL
The F.B.I and Scotland yard have been called in to assist
He is elusive he is the new Black Scarlet Pimpernel and if you ask
My sister's husband why he steals so much he'll tell you
With a childish smile that the devil makes him do it and he'll
Straight go to the shrink for the psychological test and he'll
Come back and tell you he's cured and proceed to show you
The stolen false teeth of the psychologist
My sister's husband is a kleptomaniac
I miss my brother in law dearly but these days we're not on
Speaking terms even though he has all the time been hiding
On the roof of my house and he has stolen my wife
And I must honor him and love him and treat his as my brother
And as part of my family my sister
Has married a very sick man!
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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