...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"
Only fools celebrate birthdays.
And don't you dare ask me why!
Because even retards ought to know?
When last I checked you sure ain't one
But if you insist I tell, then ama tell ya!
How can you be celebrating a reminder
That gets you closer and closer to grave
What's there to be happy about your death?
And don't you dare ask me why!
Because even retards ought to know?
When last I checked you sure ain't one
But if you insist I tell, then ama tell ya!
How can you be celebrating a reminder
That gets you closer and closer to grave
What's there to be happy about your death?
Why do the Dab dance, flickering like a flame
From a sad, sober, still wick on a hot wax floor
Rejoicing at burning out, heading for a time out
Gather family and friends to inform a deformity
That you are getting older, greying and wasting
What an irony? Shouldn't you be sober reflecting?
Resourcing for a journey to a destination uncertain
Sending ahead savings, to cash on when you arrive.
From a sad, sober, still wick on a hot wax floor
Rejoicing at burning out, heading for a time out
Gather family and friends to inform a deformity
That you are getting older, greying and wasting
What an irony? Shouldn't you be sober reflecting?
Resourcing for a journey to a destination uncertain
Sending ahead savings, to cash on when you arrive.
Yet you stand to give a celebrant's speech, amusing
Amidst what? Extravagance, gluttony, drunkenness
Sleep over it, wake up the day after, what's gained?
Nothing, but wastes, debts, disclosures or foreclosure
Yet all that's naught compared to foolishness registered
Laughing at sadness, when sadness feels sorry for you.
Amidst what? Extravagance, gluttony, drunkenness
Sleep over it, wake up the day after, what's gained?
Nothing, but wastes, debts, disclosures or foreclosure
Yet all that's naught compared to foolishness registered
Laughing at sadness, when sadness feels sorry for you.
(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
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