Free rides

I wake up this morning, make my way as usual to Harfield Station for my daily free train ride, and find the whole place packed to the rails with train guards and ticket checkers, and so, walk on to Kenilworth station. As me and Fletcher get near the station, we find a Cape Town-bound train finished already disgorging its assortment of passengers, and leaving the station.then I meet a solitary woman walking, presumably, towards the Christian Science church/establishment which we had passed. tall lady, slim, with glasses, and a pensive way of walking. The red-head from Glencairn station.
we pass each other silently, and i make not even an attempt to turn to look after her when she has passed.
 Kenilworth is free of even its normal "Access Controllers" so me and Fletcher part as he heads for his court appointment in Wynberg while I get on the train, and come to Simonstown, getting off at Glencairn and walking the rest of the way. The work-shop is locked and I walk up to 'you-are-here' to get the keys, and as I get to just before 'you-are-here', at this bank near Lewis stores, I see Allison's companion, the other guy with a name which starts with an "A", coming out, and I look for her car. Dont know why I said it was 1.8l, when everyone knows they came in the 2.4 GSE variety. Maybe i was thinking Audi, and anyway, I turn and we lock stares, and this time I notice she has dolled herself up some, and is wearing blue earrings and looking quite fetching. I watch them drive off, and wonder if anyone at the OSC is watching this unfold right before their very eyes, and I then realise that, despite being imperfect, every single one of the ten, I have made up my mind that every single one of them comes, regardless of what and when. I have had enough of the dithering around. I am tearing them out of their lives and calling them to myself.

we come again
fi rip it up fi mash it up again
we come again
fi burn up all the informer them
fi zagga zagga zal them again
we come again
fi yo cut them up again
we come again
fi rip it up...

them are flit them are fight
them are cheat them are choke
but we cant stop my lyrical drop
them are hit them are yap
them are heat them are hard
them are  jump them are feel like a rock
pon shine them are shock
gonna beat them plot
 a big jam pot no business block
....

Ha ha, these women and their dickless men have all watched me as I struggled daily, and they  have probably been commenting that I would always be as ineffective as a fly caught in a spider-web, and never took into account that one day the tables would turn, and they would be in my power. NOW I will crush them, and seal their fates and destroy all their mirth and laughter, because the worst thing to happen to any person since Creation is about to be unleashed, and that THING is me. they have watched as i lived the street-life, and have weighed me down with their contemptuous movements in my life, but this dog that they sneered at will NOW mangle and tear THEM up, first.
And I will not relent nor be tolerant anymore. My anger has reached the apex, and oh, boy, are you all going to catch it, fools! I will NOT have substitutes either, no sisters or women in exchange for anyone's life. All of you are dead and despicable to me! No free rides