"i will grow old someday
how will i look
like my uncle??
No*!
cant be a brew lover
like my grandpa?
No *!
i will always be faithful to one woman"
the boy used to remind himself as he grew up

dont know what happenned
but
both his grandpa and uncle
now warns him
they think
he went too ******* himself

"if you ever meet old me
greet him
if you ever meet young me
show him a video
of old me"
he bluffed before knocking out
the boy had lost his life saving touch

"i will grow old someday
how will i look
like my uncle??
No*!
cant be a brew lover
like my grandpa?
No *!
i will always be faithful to one woman"
the boy used to remind himself as he grew up

dont know what happenned
but
both his grandpa and uncle
now warns him
they think
he went too ******* himself

"if you ever meet old me
greet him
if you ever meet young me
show him a video
of old me"
he bluffed before knocking out

the boy had lost his life saving touch

they wanted a hero
they named him hero from the word go
The kid had hopes for the whole village
His mom thanked God till she aged

he grew up
robin hood of western
hong kil **** of asia
rensponsibility on his slimmy shoulders
knowing he will leave tomorrow

he lived for people
he died for the people
they say
never to reach their expectation

he did hung himself on the city walls
eventually walls had ears
hero never became the villain

i just met a depressed woman
she just pretends sickly strong like a man
never to realise she's human
and she got a lifespan

she smiled at walking dogs
giggled at swirling cars
her mind was not her's
she was living for tomorrow

At 20
she was all alone
she was lone
she wolf they say
random laughs and love
never to let in someone in

now she met me
am too sad to say
i wish i met 2 year old her when she was in mud
making her mom mad
she was to hard for me now

she turns off the lights
she turns me on
irony right
though she was a beauty even without light

marriage cert on the table
us and bed
us till the end
we did swear with a raised bible

night is still young
but my instincts reminds me-i owned her now,she owned me either
says one salah as I check bend hinges
will say sorry to them tomorrow

lemme throw my phone away
coz here she comes
her curvy and bossomic ****
saying this and that

bye 👋 she will be my death

Everything is on God's bill
They say
How happy are the poor
Bible says

Does it really work in real life?
Coz I only see groomy beggars
Thought they were always happy
But but
Am alive
Breathing and smiling
That's on God's bill

I take whisky too
On God's bill too

Along the path we call life
As we walk
We make loads of mistakes
Some worth done
Others sounding us like sugar beet☹️

When evening comes
We look upon our duvets
For a whole warm comfy hug
When did we become the bug🥹