When I was young
I wanted to be bigger than Jesus
I grew out of that
When I had acne
I wanted to be Hitler
Gas all the people
With clear skin
When I thought I was smart
I wanted to outsmart
Einstein
That was dumb
Now I’m forty-five
I just want to get paid
And laid

There’s a lot of talk
These days
About the previously
Dissed
Brothers and Sisters
You still getting dissed
That didn’t stop
Except for window dressing
And a few name changes
Not even that
Piet Retief is still
Piet Retief
And this poem is in English
Not exactly a language
You could call native

And what about the elections?
You can stand in a queue
All day every five years
But the land is still theirs
As for me brothers and sisters
I just want to get paid
And laid

Previously dissed
My point
That you might have missed
Is that amandla lost the plot
When democracy got the vote
Instead of nonkululeko
Nowadays it’s all the white folks
Going ‘Viva Nelson Mandela’
With their fists in the air
Yes indeed
There’s a lot of talk
These days
About the previously
Dissed