Otto dreams of Mr Kane's lust Olimpiade.

Poem by Otto, he thinks hy verstaan beter en tril van opgewonde

It is Friday. Mr Kane is now donning his bow tie and bowler hat.  Walking stick in hand he enters the hen house:

Mr Kane is getting fresh. There is fever in his breath.

'Saturday night and I ain’t got ….a honey.'

Dit sukkel nog maar met die laptop.

The small ray of sunlight through grey rain clouds bites his eyes in the vacant space of the diner outside the motel. 

Otto het altyd gewonder oor die swaar-wees conundrum.

Oh, good to be home. 

Otto is worried about the logic of the Mugabe cuckoo men.

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