Man-who-can Piss

Piss against the wall, my friend while I wait at the traffic light. Let them have it. Black man, white wall, swordfight. Here I see you piss on lush gardens enormous homes pine trees on the slopes: strangers, all, strange as Constantia’s opulence the Bishop’s wealthy Court luxury of tree-lined streets. You are a stranger in these parts you are not welcome so piss against the wall, my friend while I wait at the traffic light and may your protest continue after I have driven off in my comfortable car to my restaurant date, my picnic, my beach sundowners, my theatre show, my friends in abundance - my abundant friends - keep pissing, in fact until I pass this way again (it shouldn’t be too long) and then piss on me.

 

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