Sasha Bor on Cohen – the point is not missed Roll up roll up to my circus Allow me to insult any race Oh come on I’m only joking Look at the smile that’s on my face

Present to N.A-J

If love is satins sheets, Then friendship is an easy smile, If hate is a loaded gun, Then friendship is a white dove, If oppression is a wall, Then friendship is an open door,

So my son you’re feeling bored, Can you see that rainbow over yonder? What is the meaning of life? Do ponder, Listen to a haunting melody, Admire the curves of the lovely Melony,

Rotten, stinking but irresistible, Hemlock disguised as nectar, Venus flytrap for the soul, Let the good times roll, Forsaking all others as you go. Slave to the poison

Here comes my nurse with my daily dose on a unicycle constructed entirely of punctuation marks, sorry sentences and sticky backed plastic- see her weaving her way through the field of lost socks, hold

She absorbs me with her eyes and that usual wave of cheerfulness

Did you notice Kadogo warrior-child of the Hema tribe your blood is the same as that Lendu victim?