THE BLAQBOI'S CREED!!!

I am that fragile egg you see

The gem many want to be

But what lies within my shell;

Only I could tell

I am that bird soaked in the rain

I manage to fly, so they don’t see my pain

Through it all, I still sing

For I know not what tomorrow would bring

I am that homeless butterfly

In your eyes, a colorful fly

Very feeble are my wings

I pray daily against strong winds

I am that ant on your pathway

Working hard each night and day

For a future I’m not assured

As life itself isn’t insured

I am that perfectly tamed lion

Protégé to the Great Orion

I betrayed my cold heart

But I’m still a distinct cat

I am a blend of all the above

Soaring in the skies like a dove

And as the earth pledges to revolve

The puzzle of life will I solve!!!

THE GUN & THE PEN!!!

                                  

The gun stole a thousand
The pen stole a million
A mightier pen contracted the pen to capture the gun
The pen was then given a gun
And so with a gun, the pen hunted the gun
The pen finally caught the gun
But a mightier pen found out the atrocity the pen had commited
The gun and the pen were then arraigned before the law
Fortunately and unfortunately, the law was written by a pen
The pen managed to escape trial
The pen handcuffed the gun
The gun was put on an eternal remand
The story is like life; totally unfair
But the people did not care
The people hated the gun
I do not blame the people
For the gun wore a mask
And the pen wore a uniform!!

BOTTLES!!

Cook-a-doodle-doo, the rooster crows

And off his bed, he already arose

In haste, he leaves the door ajar

For there is much pleasure at the bar

To him, nothing really matters

But his craving for the colored waters

He says his usual prayer

As he calls on the waiter;

“ Wine is for the weak,

For it has all the answers we seek;

Let us drink here,

For heaven has no beer! 

Serve me beer for breakfast

to rinse my stomach off dust”

He rounds the night up with gin and whisky

And lay by the drains when tipsy

His sons then bear the plight

As they search for daddy in the night

Unfortunately, one cannot change family

So they preach to him the homily

“We all lost something when mama died

Yeah, it was hard but we tried

Drunkenness is never the way

It only pushes mama’s spirit away!”

They would watch him with scorn and disdain

Hoping he would someday refrain

His life was once straight and clean

Until he lost his wife, Irene!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELVIRA!!

It is your day, my white flower
So let the world see your glamour
Fill your heart with gaiety
Stun us all with your beauty
Make a wish and i will obey
If you wear that smile all day
Let us make merry
For the real life fairy
Who bears the crown of glory
In my little love story
La blanca, Señorita Elvira
Rejoice, for you're a year older
Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor
Enjoy this day and many more!!!

HUSBAND THEN, MANNY NOW!!

He heard the sound of the doorbell

He knew she would soon yell

“Pause cleaning the floor,

And see who’s at the door”

He goes as low as washing her undies

Oh Yeah! He washes her panties

His little son can’t call him daddy

For mummy treats him like a manny

They barely speak to eachother

And he dares not put his own son to order

He met her far back in high school

Oh! Her smile was so cool

People said it wasn’t safe if she was older

But he thought their love was stronger

Years later, they were at the altar

Making vows without a falter

Back when they used to go cruising

She would call her Captain Jack Robin

She used to be the girl he would die for

Indeed, this wasn’t what he bargained for

Now, all his friends call him a looser

But he warns them to keep working harder

For you never know how marriage could be a flop

Until  you finally loose your job!

FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN

Them that hear of him, never wish to see him

Them that speak of him, everybody avoids

For rumour has it that;

 Those who ever saw him have mouths that would not budge

Eyes that would not shut

Stricken by horrific dreams;

Nightmares that would not spare the slightest slumber

No one ever saw him perpetrate a perilous act

Neither did any victim attribute their attacks to him

And yet his deformity pronounces him guilty

Perhaps, to a crime he’s yet to commit

An innate heart of pure magnanimity

A desire to be a haven to the distressed

But ostracized by society for the fear of the unknown

Dwells in solitude, in a cave of treasures

While the people live in destitution

Hopeful that someday, someone will be brave enough to hear him out

For only then, will the treasures be discovered

To finally wipe out the penury

But the unborn generation inherits a legacy

An enslaved mind that embraces conservatism

And so, what they long for, forever remains hidden.

MAN OF ENVY!!

There he comes, a man filled with envy

He’s not moved by what is funny

Neither is he touched by the world’s greatest story

His wish is for all men to be in distress

But for himself, success in excess

A man who frowns at his brother’s progress

And takes delight in watching others suffer

Indeed, a wolf in sheep’s skin

He will visit the fields with you

Not to graze, but devour you

He’s always obsessed with evil thoughts

Oblivious of the fact that;

What he cherishes most is his weakness!

Sing your best melody to him

And in his ears, it’s a boring hymn

Of all you have, give him half

And face his greedy heart’s wrath

If God were to answer all he prays for

You would have nothing to live for

So cunning how he hides his thoughts behind smiles

He’s been by you through your journey of a thousand miles

He knows your every move, in and out

Disguised as the friend you can never do without

Be wary when he invites you to inspect his traps

For these traps might not be for crabs

Nevertheless, rejoice as you walk through the shrubs

For envious men, usually fall by their own traps!!