DEAR DIEPSLOOT,
From Monday to Wednesday, you make me love you like a butterfly, that comes out of it’s cocoon.
I can only have a good time then, like a cat drinking its milk, like a rabbit eating its carrots.
When its Thursday, my feelings change about you.
You turn into a pack of angry dogs.
You make me angry like a chicken whose chicks have been taken away.
When its Thursday Diepsloot, you act like a bunch of baboons.
You forget I need to hunt like an owl, searching for knowledge, working at night.
When its Thursday Diepsloot, you let my prey escape me.
DEAR DIEPSLOOT, I LOVE YOU, BUT YOU BREAK MY HEART.
