fire hose

i always wondered;

did god give me a strong liver by chance?

the sustainence is unbelievable, sometimes.

Usually I rhyme these rhymes

but I just read CB; now Im on dimes!

every time I changed; some or the ally kinda reached out;

two sat me at a local train station

asked me; mate, are you doing well,

i was not well, was so unwell,

they rightfully mustve said, “mate go to hell”

(i imagined them to be british for sake of effect)

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 was jolly; someone could get me!

but they were scarred too, so they couldnt let me

in; and hence off they set me.

and the fire in me kept burning hard;

so I kept close those I thought were equipped -

with a brigade

white powder and some water;

but alas it was

some white effin powder indeed;

and the fire hose

shoots a flood of booze out it!

one more crazy man;

crazy cause he was sensitive -

to the soul killing around us – 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

while we suffer 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,

somehow, some

petty rhymes arose

so did my finger 3

in front of those

Naysayers;

do listen close:

The universe committed an arson; what can I say

fire hose ice cold like palmer,

it won’t go away;

spit on it every single day;

it’ll still be here to stay,

My both finger 3s wanted to convey

have a nice mediocre day.