Are you serious? You can’t make this up.
Like seriously. You can’t make this stuff up!
You are not even trying anymore!
So that’s the guy you have chosen for sure?
Audacious. Your pure arrogance endures!
A tyrannosaurus. You’re kidding me.
Surely you could be more subtle than that.
That guy? Couldn’t find a ******* diplomat?
Politician? Lying through his teeth for nothing?
Jeez Louise lemon squeeze. Right into my eyes.
Starting to feel the pain from all your lies.
No longer Mr. Freedom and bla blaaa.
More like Mr. **** off. And la la la.
La la la la la la la! Can’t hear you!
I’ll never trust anything you say or do.
*** I know you’re only looking out for you.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
The scale of my ambition.
It’s getting too large to construct on my own.
Like many Africans, I’ve had enough.
News coverage showcasing this region.
Does nothing but reinforce the legion that you bring forth.
Continuously.
Now, I’ll spare you the analogies and set it out clearly.
To all those that are out to “end poverty”.
I applaud your initiative, your drive and determination.
So bear with me as I lay into you. I’m doing it out of love. Trust me.
Whenever I hear your mission.
I think “here we go again with the bare minimums.”
Nothing but bare minimums.
I yearn to be part of a new breed of Africans.
Who want to do more than just end poverty.
What about all those who have escaped its deathly grip.
But still live precarious and unfulfilled lives?
My mission is to build an empire.
To empower. To nurture innovation and prosperity.
One that surpasses anything you could ever imagine and conceive.
If you think that’s ridiculous and absurd.
Wait till you see how I plan on going about this deed.
If I hear another **** politician talking about “ending poverty.”
I swear I’ll ******* snap.
But don’t worry, it’ll just be a picture.
One more to my growing catalogue.
Reminding me of your never-ending plan of world **********
“So remember guys, bare minimum. Say it with me.
“Bare minimum.”
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
I’m everything and nothing
For where do I belong
Everywhere and nowhere
Life feels like death
To me, and it seems
Death feels like life
If only I could disappear
Gone from this earth
And slowly reappear, in hopes of a rebirth
To free myself from this pain
In a world of no disdain
With pleasure and infinite gain
This fickle life of endless monotony
I yearn to be free from;
To be in a world of transient diversity.
This skin that I love and hate,
In its real and abstract fate
Was once brown, now black to date.
It seems the winners are losing
In a backwards upside down world
Where the losers are winning.
If I could turn back the hands of time,
I’d go back to the year zeros
In hopes of a restart and some new heroes.
To take everything from the every ones;
Some Robin Hood type ****
And give something to the no ones.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC
Perpetual occupation. Thoughts o’Disgust.
A path into oblivion. Who can we trust?
5% of the world population.
20%, prison population.
More thoughts. More of disgust. Despair. Hope? Less.
And less! Each day I think I forget. Its there.
Orange TV show personality.
As the leader of the free world?! What kind
of world is that? What am I supposed t’think?
Oh right. Because he’s free to tweet trash, garbage,
putridness, calling everyone out other than himself,
calling people dogs? That’s freedom. No thank you.
In the meantime, go fix your ******* self!
Before you try to fix everyone else.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,
But they were very much conscious.
Loving every minute of vacation,
Thoroughly adventurous.
An act that seemed to revive not just their souls,
But every atom, cell and ***** in their bodies.
Lived for those nights huddled up in arms (Goals!)
Even though time just couldn’t care less.
Carelessly dashing by without regard (its new foes!)
Even as this act would lead to many more worries.
Fast forward now; and they craved it more than ever.
Would it happen again, or am I forever trapped in nevers?
Can’t handle the pressure, brain’s got a fever.
At this rate, gonna be swiping left and right forever.
Bones dry, deep down I crave love and connection.
Sorely waiting for those sparks to keep an ********
More like an ***** sin.
Caught between a rock and a hard place.
A truth I once held close, feels like a lie I’m locked in
(I’m everything and nothing)
For where do I belong? Everywhere and nowhere
Except with my first love.
I long to meet someone like you.
Soft lips, beautiful eyes, luscious hair,
and a strong, gentle soul that softens the hearts of the hardest of men.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
Freedom and justice.
Only if you're one of us, that is.
A shining star.
A beacon of hope.
The truth from afar, now seems like one of tropes.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
And...it's here. A future. Agile? I was not enough to be.
Black in it's entirety. A new beginning and a new me.
Clockwork. As though a plan hatched by some supreme being.
Dear dog, which came first? Was it the white or the black?
Either way, it effortlessly taints your profoundly glorious genes.
**** this! Atrocious. Drugs?!
Goodness me. How did we get to this?
Horrible, dehumanising, and it's here to stay.
"It suppresses". But really only in the mildest of ways.
Just to remind you of the control you once had.
Killed! And now ceded in it's entirety to a tad bit of a fad.
Let me just turn back the hands of time!
My fate I leave with you alone.
Nothing seems to relieve this pressure and irreparable pain.
Oh God! Could I be spared such a destiny?
Prayers.
Queuing from my heart to yours.
Respectfully admonishing your power and grace.
Simply, do I ask for that childlike sense of serenity.
To take me to a place of restoration and hope.
Unlock my mind. Repair my soul. For vaults of this kind are too strong.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
I swiped.
We matched!
I hyped!
We latched!
And patched. Yet another broken heart.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
And…it’s here. A future. Agile? I was not enough to be.
Black in it’s entirety. A new beginning and a new ending.
Clockwork. As though a plan hatched by some supreme being.
Dear dog, which came first? Was it the white or the black?
Either way, it effortlessly taints your profoundly glorious genes.
**** this! Atrocious. Drugs?!
Goodness me. How did we get to this?
Horrible, dehumanising, and it’s here to stay.
“Suppresses”. But really only in the mildest of ways.
As if to constantly remind you of the control you once had.
Now ceded in it’s entirety to a tad bit of fad.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:25 PM UTC
Tottering. Tottering.
Tottering on the brink
of illiteracy,
was a man once known,
for his intellectual proficiency.
For brilliant no more he was,
as those days were long gone!
Once upon a time he was well known,
for his many exponential technologies,
From portable video projection hardware,
reconstruction surgical devices for the cochlear,
to software able to extract the deepest of thoughts.
Now, there he lay. There he lay!
Daily perpetuating and recapitulating the most misanthropic of idiocies.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC