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Out of work


And so here I am without a job, with no money in my worn out pockets cruising trough their white fucked up trash burg, thinking to myself, there must be more to life than just letting oneself go down in their fucking white paranoid trash miserable burg. There isn’t.

The night before I slept with Joanne. She’s white and married to some white trash fucker who can’t get it up. Son of a bitch works for the white security department and one of his jobs consists in making sure there’s no white black sexual activities. That’s a laugh.

Joanne’s a pretty good looking white blond bitch, with a warm belly and occasionally she kisses me in the mouth, just like last night, after I had pumped her up really strong.

It felt good. It always feels good when Joanne kisses me in the mouth. Don’t know why. She’s a stupid white blond bitch but when she kisses me in the mouth I don’t think about that. I get out. I forget whom I am and go down on her even stronger.

She says she prefers black cock. She told me that herself after the first time. Bitch was my first lay, not the last.

She likes it up the arse hard and since the only money I can get comes from her, I suppose I must comply.

Tricky business though. If them white fuckers ever got a clue about it my poor black arse was as good as screwed in some particularly nasty, vicious ways.

I hate Johannesburg. There’s nothing about this fucking burg I like. Even Joanne, she being a nice fuck, I know deep down she despises me. She’s but a white bitch with them white bitches fucked up notions about race and skin colour. But she likes it up the arse and she gives me money.

That’s the main reason I’m still fucking her. I enjoy crushing her white pride when I move my big black cock up her human, yes, human, not white, not black, not even coloured, her human entrails.

It’s not a way to live and I’m out of work. I could go north and try them fuckers diamond mines, but it’s not a way to live.

This Apartheid shit they got here is not getting us anywhere. It’s a crazy way of doing business and it’s not fair on half the fucking population.

I mean, it’s not my biggest concern, but they make it my problem, since I belong to that oppressed half fucked up majority. These words I’ve learn from a white man.

Sometimes, I just wish I had been born white, or maybe in some other country where they don’t have this fucked up system; them giving us all this racist crap and we helpless to do shit about it.

It’s difficult. It is annoying for a black man, if you would like a white man’s choice of words. A white man like that English arsehole who came down to the ghetto with all his fucked up concepts about liberty and equality and his God forsaken choice of words and his way of getting himself killed, just like that other arsehole he told us about some two thousand years ago.

Last night, when I was with Joanne, they went down to the ghetto, the white security men, looking for my father. They’ve taken him away. My father is a despicable black man, he bows to them white fuckers and still they had to get a piece of him. It doesn’t make any sense.

Anyway, I’m out of work. There’s no work here to be done. And one of these days I’ll tell them idiots I fuck their women. And then they’ll kill me too, just like they did my father. And we will all still be out of work