You Know Who You Are

You Know Who You Are

Always in baggy blue boxer shorts

the same kind you wear every day,

Every day!

with smelly veldskoene, on dirty feet

covered by thick winter rugby socks,

staple of white Zimbabwean men.

A scruffy out of shape t-shirt

sporting one or two holes,

and a lewd joke,

covers two thirds of your distended belly,

a third of your belly slops

nakedly over the top of your shorts

A chilled beer bottle in one hand,

a lit full-tar cigarette in the other,

a smile on your face

and sadza and chakalaka in your beard,

you stand by the fire

telling heroic tales of you.

Scraggy greasy hair worn too long

curls up with the perspiration

beading your chunky neck.

A perfect frame for your lobster red face.

and yet, being a male,

you are better than me!

Hah!

© Catherine Knee