What if Babies Came with a Return Policy

If children came with a return policy, most of you couldn’t have lived long enough to spell your names. Parents could have been too empowered to raise any wayward, ill-mannered kid.

You break a glass, return.
You hurt another kid, return.
You steal sugar, return!

I’m doubting if we’d be having new parents in 2020. This whole generation couldn’t have lived. It makes me laugh because most of you couldn’t have known Corona.

Nor read about these balls.

Now, think. Could you have lived?
Or you’re a factory defect?

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If corona takes another month,
many employees shall be their own bosses.
That’s growth.

 

Have you found a new skill that might help you abolish your 8-5 job?

Please share!

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I’ve woken up feeling fatigued and lethargic, but my balls are okay.

Relax

Commit to what you can accomplish comfortably. Don’t kill yourself trying to be productive. Who knows, you might not survive this.

Relax.
Smoke. Eat. Sleep. Piss. Repeat.

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As a poet, your work is to write about love–not to find it.
You dig?

No Resolutions for 2018

Early this year I had a stint with a lady who kept telling me that I’m too hard on myself. I didn’t smoke, didn’t drink, didn’t party, didn’t bet, didn’t …my guard was always on duty, never down. We were not in a relationship, I didn’t own her, she didn’t own me, we just kind of made an unspoken vow to be present for each other whenever testosterone hiked.
I enjoyed the simplicity of the game; there were no entitlements, Just shaky expectations, longer erections and fleeting orgasms. Man, for all the yearnings it felt good being laid by an adult–on birth control.
My routines changed and so was hers, we spent more nights awake and more days lost in lust or nursing our tired genitals. Those were the days I could spend 24 hours in my single room naked. We ate and snacked sex. Nights became shorter and so were the days. In no time, the good boy that vowed never to smoke a thing got his first puff of weed and more followed. In short, my 2017 resolutions lost meaning in January.
I made amends quickly, and today 2017 is one of those years that have brought me immense blessings. I won’t list any here though. I made resolutions that I haven’t accomplished, some were silly af, some were too obvious and some just plain boring. I might not be proud of how the year began, but I’m grateful I met someone who taught me how to let my guard down. As crazy as it sounds, I’m thrilled I did stuff I swore I’d never do. Life is too short to follow routines, too short to keep it together, too short to be a perfect son, too short to be a role model, too short to be sober all the time. So even as 2018 approaches, I won’t make any damn resolution, I just want to live as wild as life was meant to be; smoke a little, read more books, make more enemies, sleep more, slap my landlord with a whole year rent, dance more, scream more ( in this life try hard not to be my neighbor) and just be a little bad, you know, I’ve gotta find something to be forgiven for.
My advice to you as you enter 2018 is to do something that freaks you out; something as odd as having a quickie backstage 5 minutes to your cue in a play you’re the main act! Feel the rush, the dum dum in your chest. Yes, remind yourself, you are only human. Happy New Year folks.

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The biggest blunder in life is to look for open doors with a closed mind

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Pretending to be happy when you’re not, is the most painful lie you can ever tell.

Lonely

Loneliness eats my confidence
Bite after bite
I reminisce the fulfilling times
I had with me
The journey in my house
Eyes closed
Mind loose
Traversing beyond boundaries
Mysteries demystified
Under carpets swept
And cobwebs removed from
Dark corners of my mind
I remember the empty stages
Epic performance
Just me Marley and me
Now the veil is torn
Normalcy is boring stiff
And loneliness won’t let me be!

Defy Gravity

This life we’re given is short
Too short to see enough
Too short to do enough
But still we make a difference

We rise beyond limits
We heal with every compliment
We strive, we triumph, we learn
We live for others
We share, we cure
The hollowness of a heart

But this life is precious
The candle may burnout
Before we reach the end of the tunnel
Then we lie we lived to the fullest
And graves become wealthier

We apportion blames
For goals unattained
Excuses relieving us
But puzzles remain unsolved

I did my part…
The marketer failed me
The lecturer failed me
The pastor robbed me
My parents broke me!

The greatest man I know
Bob Nesta Marley
Impacted the world
With positive vibrations
Without a social media account!

So Rise, Rise
Legends aren’t made
In comfort zones