Julius Malema, what’s your disruption really worth?
We arrive at this disheartening split in the road,
singing a melodic chorus of grumbles and groans.
At the very mention of route decision
we crumple up our tired faces in disgust.
The mediocrity of behaviour makes us recoil
like the sight of a ruptured boil,
onto which the casual gaze was abruptly thrust.