10-05-2017, 06:23 PM
In Te Wahipounamu
A long time ago, nothing happened in New Zealand
and it's stayed that way ever since.
Babies who're born, grow only to keel and
die, in the way of all things
that the sages and the mages always knew
in Te Wahipounamu.
The oolong life's slow: like snails, not elands,
like the business of joke books in Linz,
(where the Swabies watch porn, whilst with their free hand
they transact for radiator fins).
Life rages, but ends in g-mu-nu
in Te Wahipounamu.
A long time ago, nothing happened in New Zealand
and it's stayed that way ever since.
Babies who're born, grow only to keel and
die, in the way of all things
that the sages and the mages always knew
in Te Wahipounamu.
The oolong life's slow: like snails, not elands,
like the business of joke books in Linz,
(where the Swabies watch porn, whilst with their free hand
they transact for radiator fins).
Life rages, but ends in g-mu-nu
in Te Wahipounamu.
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe