I began writing “A Man of His Word” in January in Buġibba, Malta, moments after leaving the ManCave barber shop, in which I’d been given a not very good, but inexpensive, haircut by a young Syrian who seemed not to understand my instructions.
He pats their combovers and tosses them scraps
of that which he gorged on at lunch
It’s salty and they’re pleading for some water
he serves them glasses of his poisoned punch
CHORUS
He’s a man of his word and the word’s “disgusting”
A son-of-a-bitch that nobody can trust
May may his statues all rust
Convinced of his brilliance even though he’s a dunce
He has all the nuclear codes
Yes-men lick the cushions that he sits on
croaking their allegiance just like toads
They trade their souls in for bitcoins and gold
And leap to obey his commands
Pretending that their motive’s patriotic
not a one among them with clean hands
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And last but not least, “Lord Testosterone”, from the Stonking Novels’ 2017 debut and farewell album, featuring Tom George singing and Dazza du Toit guitarin’.
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