Being forlorn is like wanking to a naked picture of strife
it vividly displays the sketchy bitterness of being lost in life
i feel so small trying to make sense of it all
the dot makes a screeching halt before the end of e’ry explanatory sentence
sadly, my world lacks the essence of a presence badly…
guess i need a cause..nah, better yet a nurse,
maybe i got screws loose
or mi sanity booked a boat cruise…
probably i’m just tired..
lucky migraine, he just got hired
i feel feverish, my head hurts…
am i selfish?
my curse rides mi like a horse
‘Gidiyap!’…hollers my boss,
i run….bearing the lunatic’s cross.
POLEY: Hey Holey
HOLEY: Hi Poley
POLEY: Is it raining?…why are you all wet?
HOLEY: Are you always so direct?
POLEY: You’re in the mood, I bet.
HOLEY: Maybe….seeing you might have caused the effect
POLEY: Me?…now i’m getting upset
HOLEY: Ah…is that why you’re getting erect?
POLEY: Well…what do you expect?
HOLEY: I should have known i’ll affect
POLEY: You know more than you show…i suspect
POLEY: I gotta do what I gotta do….are you set?
HOLEY: Do what you gotta do….I accept.
POLEY: Ahhhhh…..what a depth!
HOLEY: Shut up jor!…or I’ll reject
POLEY: You got a big mouth, I’ll teach you respect.
HOLEY: Hmmmmmnnn…..to you I’m in debt.
POLEY: Before nko….you’re my pet
HOLEY: You sef na my object
POLEY: I gree….arrghhh..ahhhh…I don eject.