fire hose

i always wondered;
did god give me a strong liver by chance?
the sustenance is unbelievable sometimes.

Usually I rhyme these rhymes
but I just read CB; feeling now
i’m on dimes!

every time I changed; some or the
other ally kinda reached out,
two sat me at the local train station
asked me; mate are you doing well,
i was not well, so unwell,
rightfully they must’ve said, he can so go to hell.

another one; who had bullied me hard,
reached out when he himself got scarred;
and both our livers sustained more juice; and
we wept a bit, leading upto a truce.

and some, online, who’d never met me
i felt joy; someone could get me!
they were scarred too though, they couldn’t let me
in, and hence, off they set me.

and the fire in me kept burning hard;
so I kept close to those I thought were equipped -
with a brigade of
white powder and some water;
but alas it was
white fucking powder indeed (useless one),
and the fire hose
spit floods of liquor out of it!
(arson on existing blaze)

one more crazy man;
crazy cause he was so sensitive -
to all these ills around - just like me
no answers he had found - just like me;
but crazy guy, so brilliant yet so crass
so true to his mission; ignores the pimples on his ass -
yet let me seldom sing
the tune of my grief
“Boy; never change” i tell him
whilst we suffered livers more
on the edge of a mild cliff
(a walkable cliff so no risk involved)

Somehow I got senses, somehow I got a prose,
Showered my liver some plain water -
Showered it true red chilli;
truest ‘no-spray’ veggies
moved off in an old pan
with a pointy hard ladle;
moved off by the one
who had rocked my cradle.

Life is good.