Open Mike

I suck my thumb at you

Daddy’s Boys who drives their daddy’s beamers
Do you jack off to daddy’s porn, you daddy screamers
You coast on your looks and you decaffe latte
Self absorbed personality war to you is par sey

I suck my thumb at you sir

Blusher and eye liner a Levi jeans and Country Road
Biggest dilemma is when you forget your cell phone code
So you shout at the MTN dude who earns peanuts per hour
It’s not really your fault, cause you have that power

I suck my thumb at you madam

A conscientiousness of what happens outside your front door
The ordinary people who try to be more
You ignore cause you only speak to people in Mazeraties
Your life is just about a dress and a party

Communism is a dirty word you heard in your first year at uni
You dropped out or failed cause your brain was too puny
Domestics are servants maids to clean after your mess
And street kids are treated like multiplying infectious pests

I suck my thumb at you

Your mother or father your uncle and aunt
They started the rant
Of how third world this country is
London or Dubai could I go there please

cause flashy, and concrete jungle, malls and more shops
cab drivers who drive and never seem to stop
cascading hallways with gold and marble floors
men who’s money you were born to adore
woman traded like cattle, highest bidder twenty million please
like prostitute virgins without a disease

I suck my thumb at you
And that’s all I plan to do
Cause Don’t contaminate my space with your stupidity
And I don’t care if you don’t like my rigidity