Freedom of speech : Jive shit drama.

Jive shit drama

 

 

There was
A time,
I was at uni,
Freshman
In Law school,
Thin,
Tall,
Handsome.

Then,
A few
Years
Later,

Something
Turned out
To be rotten,

Sickness
Grew
In my heart.

I tried
To cure
Myself,

Discover
What’s mine.

I made
A prayer.

Energies
Were streaming
Through me.

Then, I fainted.

Hell opened itself
Under my feet.

Was I playing
With suddenly
Revealed
And unknown
Strengths ?

Was I pushed
In the wrong
Direction?

Maybe.

They,
They
Still
Hurt
Me.

Now,
I stink
In my room,
The sun
Does not
Stir in me
Any sympathy,

More fear,
For sure.

I used
To sun
Tan
With no
Worries.

Is this
My Christic
Predicament,

My path
To the cross ?

In this existential
Crisis ( from
Too much rum;
Laugh),
This doom day,

The beaches
Of Normandy
Are full
Of GI’S .

I have
A set of
Cards,
Used practically
All the jokers.

In a game,
You must
Accept to
Loose.

 
It depends
On the stakes,
Sometimes
It may mean
Death when
They are high.

These games
Are literally
Hunger Games,

For food
And shelter,

Food and fame,

Mostly foam

After you
O.D from
Agony
And solitude.

Stay sharp.

 

 
K.B.

 

 

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