Once Is Forever

There you go again, mad flexin’ in front of an audience,

Like a Roman gladiator victorious, arms spread basking in adulation,

The crowd exists only in the mind’s eye, as does the mighty Colosseum,

It’s in the pages of history, your sporting achievements,

The cheers have long ceased, Friend, it’s been more than a decade,

You’re still at the port preenin’ long after the ships have sailed,

What you’d done is fact, not fiction, always there to look back on,

But you’d let it consume you, overrun your mind, indulging in the spoils long after it had expired.

Still playing the part of celebrity like it was the 90s, blew through most of your money, you’re a king no more, just a retiree dining on faded glories,

Blinding ya to opportunities among oncoming traffic, the tale’s been told over and over, sit down and knuckle down, gotta write a new chapter,

You’re a star athlete no more, make peace with the past,

Find new mountains to climb, for all things must pass.

No doubt victories are overpowering, awakening the senses and keepin’ the party going,

Can try and try to up the high to the next level, thinking it can only get better,

Yearning for the past got ya holding like a baby koala clinging to its mother,

Newsflash, Pal, kings come and go and your reign is long over,

Time for a new beginning in greener pastures, a change of roles, ignore the fresh fears of failure,

Never know if you don’t go, if you don’t go you won’t grow, why not give it a try?

Regret’s the real motherfucker, especially at the end of one’s life,

Let go of what you once were and what you done experienced, no one can take it away,

Save it in the memory bank, look back on it fondly, but not all day every day,

Once is enough, once is forever, life moves inexorably forward,

Quit living backwards, personal growth’s never-ending, add to your life’s work, that’s the art of living.

2020

HAPPY NEW YEAR, the clock struck twelve, we finally made it,

Saw off 2019, just the year before, now feels like the days of yore,

Stared down a new decade wide-eyed despite some frightening warning signs,

Mother Nature unleashed her fury, revealed the cost of complacency,

The nation’s burnin’, painted the sky red, it’s like the seventh circle, would’ve filled Dante with dread,

Reduced homes and possessions into toast, folks frustrated as the PM copped it most,

Firies and volunteers shone, without blinking they went straight to war,

Victory achieved but came at a great cost,

Can’t reclaim what’s irreplaceable, the properties damaged and lives lost,  

The year started rough but surely that had to be it,

No way, José, things are about to go to shit,

Bushfires, explosions and other natural disasters, political unrest and discord within the royals,

Forget the new Roaring 20’s, get ready for an annus horribilis,

A true test of mettle and patience in the face of unexpected surprises,

Heard whispers of a monster awakening in the Orient,

Stormed the news and social media, the world carried on despite warnings,

Shouldn’t have left that guard lowered, the monster wasn’t missin’ it,

The fallout felt across continents, social hierarchies ruined, death and destruction came, too, for the affluent.

Contagion became reality, harkened back to bygone eras,

Of plagues, pandemics and epidemics experienced by our elders and ancestors,

First three months seem like ancient history, unwanted changes applied to daily living,

Special events postponed or cancelled for the first time or in a while, gotta be a mind-fuck for those born in modern, gentler times,

Dark chapters from history repeated, in more ways than one,

We’ll cover those later, let’s first focus on this one,

The whole world placed in lockdown, life as we know it on hold,

The endgame’s unknown, mentally and emotionally could be a slippery slope,

Can’t go wandering far, unless you’re fixing to get fined,

Handshakes, hugs and kisses can put your loved ones in strife,

Home and work life came together, school, too, for parents and students,

Grinding to make ends meet while also playing teacher,

High-wire balancing act got ‘em stressin’, inching towards the end of their tether,

Families and couples separated, the monster kept modes of travel grounded,

Tragic consequences for patients on the wrong side of borders,

The economy’s in a shambles while society’s crumblin’,

Peep ‘em in the supermarkets, it’s a feeding frenzy in the ocean,

Grown adults fighting over toilet paper like a shiver of sharks on a carcass,

Fuck evolution, this here’s devolution, common sense and rational thinking obliterated, individuals regressing back to children,

Asians attacked for this virus, regardless of nationality, background and culture,

Fellow humans came swooping like a pack of rabid vultures,

It’s back to the Chinese Exclusion Act during days of the Bubonic Plague,

Yellow Peril reincarnated, the Asian race must take the blame,

Media headlines fuelling tensions while politicians empower the ignorant,

Compellin’ ‘em to acts of violence, high off of hatred and substances,

But what of doctors and scientists from the place of origin that warned of the beast’s presence ‘fore they were silenced?

The everyday citizens and those affected? They didn’t ask for this,

Treating ‘em all like accessories to murders, are y’all fuckin’ serious?

The spread was a global effort, exacerbated by deniers and conspiracy theorists,

Lit up tension between states, whole countries now divided,

Screw-ups rolling out the conveyor belt, hotel quarantine being in the thick of it,

We ain’t going nowhere with all these divisions,

From teamwork and cooperation there can be miracles,

The battle ain’t over but the light illuminates in the distance, only we are responsible for the speed of its arrival.

Stir-craziness in lockdowns and existing social tensions are liable to explode into something serious,

Kicked off with Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd lit the fuse, now they’re protesting on the evening news,

Five-O swore an oath to serve and protect, but does it apply only to certain lives?

For folks of certain skin tones it seems like one giant lie,

They’re marching in the streets crying no justice no peace,

Juneteenth ended slavery yet oppression still permeates society,

Disbelief simmered for too long, can barely keep the lid on,

In the midst of Covid and economic ruin, the contents explode ‘round the kitchen,

It’s all out anarchy, businesses are plundered and burning,

Shades of Watts and L.A, even Greenwood and Wilmington,

The anger’s understandable, must be exhausting constantly looking over shoulders,

Unfairly branded a criminal based on stereotypes on race and skin color,

The message is noble, it’s time to end racism, but y’all behind the movement dropped the ball with your actions,

How will lootin’ ease the problem? Even black-owned businesses are targeted,

Fighting fire with fire, innocent lives the collateral damage, like scenes from a war movie, what good will come out of this?

The picking and choosing among y’all is startling, does every Black Life really matter?

The rage is palpable for victims of cops and Caucasians, what of lives lost in gang crime and violence y’all started?

Y’all turned certain victims into heroes and martyrs, even if they were proven criminals,

Shouldn’t have ended six-feet under or seriously injured, should have known better, that cops got nervous trigger fingers,

Where’s the marching for David Dorn and Patrick Underwood? For Oluwatoyin Salau and Bernell Trammell too?

That lil’ kid from Chicago and Secoreia Turner? And while we’re at it what about young Cannon Hinnant?

Lost their lives to black-on-black crime and BLM riots, black-on-white for Cannon, the latter three were children, why don’t any of their lives matter?

How’s gaslighting POCs into playing victim helpin’ while forcin’ guilt upon White individuals?

How’s antagonizing other races a solution? What happened to ‘anti-racism’?

And why are y’all beefin’ with free-thinking Black men and women?

How are education and manners traitorous? Unlike y’all they’re rising above their own bullshit experiences,

Miss ‘em with that victim mentality, finding real solutions leave no time for hate and hypocrisy,

No doubt bad seeds exist in law enforcement, a solution’s overdue and we’re sick of waiting,

But good ones still exist among the ranks, leave ‘em be they don’t deserve your wrath,

Realize, too, that racists come from all backgrounds and colors as do the victims,

Stereotypes and labels based on appearances gotta be done with, period,

Social and economic ruin’s accelerated thanks to y’all, if that was the goal then mission accomplished,

2020 lit up many fires and counting and y’all are the ones dumping gasoline and lighter fluid.

Cancel Culture’s presence exploded, invaded the minds of the bored and insominiac,

Us VS Them is where it’s at, non-conformists be damned,

The extreme ends of both sides guilty, firing shots at one another daily,

In the eyes of the sane and rational y’all are equally loony,

Opposing facts rejected even when valid, what’s wrong with addressin’ all sides?

Folks be triggered by counter-arguments, brawling over beliefs and lifestyles,

Peeps softer than tissue paper, children display greater levels of resilience, pushing back will shake foundations then demo the whole building,

Calling others ‘sheep’ is green lit, as is throwing stones from behind that glass,

Cancel those that live and think otherwise, foolish words that fit the narrative get a pass,

Attempts to rewrite history by cancelling the ugly chapters, y’all living in Germany under Hitler?

Stalinist Russia? Castro’s Cuba? What are the positives of censorship and propaganda?

Suppressing parts history rather than learning from it, tell us, what are its benefits?

That’s some 1984 shit, it’s a disservice to future generations,

And censoring counter-thinkers? How’s that advocating free speech and tolerance?

That serves to suggest that y’all will crumble when you find your views challenged,

Others are starving and dying, the monster’s still running rampant,

Left wing, right wing, y’all are on the same bird, ponder that in between your whining.

All eyes on the Divided States beyond Epstein and his minions,

Four years in the making, guaranteed to get the entire world talking,

Tokyo 2020 called off in a hurry while this one’s immune to cancellation,

Stole the thunder from headlines worldwide, this here’s the election,

Battle between geezers, one questionable and the other vile,

A showdown for the ages, pun intended, between the bellicose and senile,

No golfing or swapping war stories over a barbecue, hold the whiskey, hookers, viagara and chialis, though the insults and trash-talking were nothing short of childish,

It was only going one way, the world saw it coming, Donnie pissed off one too many, came back to haunt him against Joey,

Defeat’s a bitter pill for the egotistical, can’t do nothing ‘bout it, though,

Questions raised, also, regarding how that soon-to-be-Octogenarian will go,

Memory lapses and foot-in-mouth syndrome, these be troubling signs,

Body’s breaking down, too, better have medics on stand-by,

Month-long clown shit over with, the people have spoken,

No surprises, though, if they’ll soon be saluting Madam President Harris.

But it need not be all bad, there exists some silver linings,

Look beyond the headlines and block out doomsayers, you’ll find what’s worth celebrating,

The absence of cars and public transport turned out to be nature’s perfect tonic,

Started healing itself, the air, land and sea, the reduction in pollution’s drastic,

The time’s right to pursue that long held dream, no more excuses,

Turning lockdown into a blessing, a year for fine entrepreneurship,

Opportunities for growth and learning, plenty of time for soul-searching,

True passions and talents are discovered, for some better late than never,

Creative juices flowin’, conspired to unleash inner entertainers,

Kept the public in stitches with at-home lockdown antics,

Family ties rekindled, got all the time in the world for bonding,

The monster held the world captive but could never dampen spirits,

Frontliners shone like true heroes, forget the comic books and sports reports,

Fighting fires and assisting the sick and unfortunate, they rose to the occasion,

Trying times stripped bare individuals, true colors done exposed,

But real ones still walk among us, shining bright as beacons of courage and hope,

2020 draws to a close, there’s two ways to look back on it,

As one to forget or the gauntlet that sharpened fortitude and character,

Moment of silence for the departed, sympathies to those hurt by losses,

Respect to the warriors on the front line, but to you too for crossing the finish line,

Did what you had to do to get by, went about your biz and raised your kids,

Fought to keep that head above water, you’re still swimming, life doled out tests and examinations and you passed ‘em with flying colors,

Credit, too, to the young and the students, toughed it out in unpredictable conditions,

Your determination served y’all well in addition to your teachers and parents,

It’s time for new beginnings, start drafting those resolutions,

Some hopes and wishes going forward, for the world and its inhabitants,

That nature will be respected, without it we are nothing, ‘bout time we treat it right, gotta stop pollutin’ it,

That cleanliness and hygiene continue to be practiced, we saw some dire consequences,

That nothing or no one will be taken for granted, that friendships, relations and families continue to be cherished,

That the little things won’t go unnoticed, the smallest sparks can also make a difference,

No need for a dance floor, DJ or fireworks, but do take time to savour and appreciate ‘em,

That folks stop arguing for the sake of being right, instead work towards a common ground that feels right,

That the unaware are taught and educated rather than bullied, mocked and belittled,

That the sins of the wretched are not dumped on their community, why should the innocent pay for their iniquities?

That folks be measured by their character, rather than culture, background, beliefs or skin color,

That people can still come together despite differing lifestyles, values and opinions,  

That the media will be responsible, as will politicians and leaders,

To hell with divisions and manipulation, fuckin’ hell can we all just work together?

Perhaps it’s wishful thinking, hoping that enough can strive to make an effort,

Need not require heavy lifting, just good old-fashioned dedication,

Strap yourselves ready, time to leave 2020 in the pages of history,                      

Bring on 2021, make it a great one, no turning back now, let’s get into it.

Spurned

To persist or give up, the question’s raised during life’s many crossroads,

Each option got different outcomes, can’t always predict what follows,

May involve total commitment, no second chances once the path’s taken,

Could mean the difference between abject failure and achieving greatness,

Often hear about it when devising life plans or among troopers in perilous missions,

With it comes the extra burden of rapid-fire decisions,

In the game of love such a conundrum can arise, at times the brutal truth’s eschewed for comforting lies,

Such is the case when love’s declaration is rejected, one of two paths can be taken,

The spurned can take it on the chin and move on, or engage in actions that can tarnish reputations.

You summoned the courage and nerve, ‘fessed up to your special someone,

Ain’t no happy ending here, sadly they done turned you down,

Staring down a fork in the road, your rep depends on your decision,

Resist the bad advice, block out your delusions,

Choose the path of dignity, put in the work and level up on the daily,

Fuck the romance novels and movies, they’re works of fiction for a reason,

‘No’ means ‘no’, fuck that ‘I’ll try harder’ shit, there’s nothing you can do about it,

Realize that you’re not for everyone, what you have is irrelevant,

People got types and preferences, like it or not they’re entitled to it,

They ain’t into you, Pal, life decided you’re better off separated,

Suppose that wish was granted, you think it’ll be worth it?

Where you’re running yourself ragged but they freeze you out despite your best efforts?

Won’t be fun for both of y’all, such a life will drive you up the wall,

Sounds depressing, don’t it? Guaranteed you’ll end up damaged and heartbroken,

You’ll achieve nothing by begging and simping, except maybe a restraining order,

Likewise, you have no right to trash ‘em and turn ‘em into tabloid fodder,

Can’t accuse ‘em of abuse just ‘cuz they turned down your offer,

Don’t be spreading rumors ‘bout ‘em to dissuade other potential suitors,

Such actions expose your fragility, it comes at a great cost,

It ain’t sweet revenge, friend, just announcing how badly you’d lost.

Please keep your heads up, the ones stung by rejection,

Props to y’all for your courage, takes plenty to admit your hidden feelings,

It may hurt when love remains unrequited, it be like that sometimes,

Best to move on with confidence, look on the bright side of life,

You may not be for ‘em, but don’t waste your days stressin’,

Learn from your experiences and focus on self-improvement,

Cut your losses and let go, the best is yet to come,

There’s plenty of livin’ for you yet, to be spent hopefully with ‘The One.’

Unrepentant

It was just a game of soccer, Friday sport among students,

Started out civil, descended into anarchy, school kids sure are devils,

Made doubly awkward by mixed genders, at an age where they can’t stand each other,

Boys inevitably come out swinging, the gentlemen within still non-existent,

Teacher playing multiple roles, coach, referee, scorekeeper and even firefighter,

At times putting out multiple fires, the heat of competition stoking young tempers,

Threats to halt the game fall on deaf ears, it’s like D-Day on Omaha here,

A tough kid named Davey’s among the ruffians, short and scrawny yet pugnacious,

Felt slighted when a girl nicked the ball from him, this was abject humiliation,

Saw red and shoved her, sent off immediately, red card wasn’t needed,

The game ends not long after, Lil’ Davey’s still in hot water,

Made to help pack up the equipment, that’s just half of his punishment,

Assaulting a fellow classmate and makin’ ‘em cry is tantamount violent crime,

He’ll be forced to pick up papers, sentenced to detention, the school equivalent to hard time,

Teacher demands that he write her an apology letter, here’s his chance for early parole,

Just had to say ‘sorry’ but immaturity butted in like an angry billy-goat,

Defiantly he picks up a pencil, scrawls his thoughts across that paper,

The message simple but the impact as potent as fireworks,

“I’ll get you for this,” it read, straight-to-the-point, no filter,

Just like that his fate was sealed, heard it loud and clear from the Teacher,

“Gather your things and go to the principal’s office, call your parents and have ‘em pick you up,”

“I won’t tolerate that from you, Kid, go home and think about what you’ve done,”

Davey complies, probably relieved to go home early on a Friday,

Done exposed himself as a fool and sore loser, but for him it’s probably ok.

Teacher 1, Students 0

Thursday afternoon, sports and recreation,

Get ’em out the classroom, young bodies gotta stay fit and active,

For some it’s a chance to blow off steam through healthy competition,

While others prefer to goof off for the final two periods,

Such was the case for a group ninth-graders, grappling and wrestling in the grass like they’re Stone Cold, Bill Goldberg and The Undertaker,

The year’s 1998 and pro wrestling was all the rage, boys will be boys and hormones be surging at that age,

Finally out the classroom, the aggression’s repressed for too long,

Male hormones crave physical competition, blame it on testosterone,

That fucking ‘hands-off’ rule, the bane of many play-fight sessions,

Settlin’ differences with fisticuffs will have ’em pushin’ for detention,

On this day the whole tribe’s locked in royal rumble but it’s all in good fun,

Covered in dirt, body slamming one another like they saw on television,

Got the teacher’s attention, there will be hell to pay,

Eschewed scolding and screaming in favor of mind games,

“Why are you guys wrestling? Don’t you know the rules? Hands-off policy, boys, quit acting like fools,”

“But it’s all fun, Sir, ain’t nobody hurt, no disputes here, that’s for the birds,”

“Perhaps you guys would like to perform in front of the whole school during the next assembly? Show them your moves and become instant celebrities?”

The proposal was fire, the boys were up for it, little knowing there was a rather big caveat,

“I want you boys to go home and start eating,” says Teach, “then rock up to school wearing nothing but your best briefs,”

“You guys will be SUMO wrestlers, are you still up for it?”

“Aw hell naw!” they all shout, “ok, ok, we’re done fighting,”

Satisfied with his mental victory, Teacher wonders off,

While the boys slink away for now, come the weekend the rematch is on.


You Played Yourself Part 4: Rebranding Fail

This is it, 2020, welcome to the latest chapter of modernity,

Gotta get with the times, certain terms can no longer fly, don’t wanna alienate nobody,

Y’all were deemed guilty by the court of public opinion, your solid foundations suddenly shaken,

Better get to work on re-brandin’ ‘lest you find yourselves in untimely cessation,

Must’ve spent months on end brainstormin’, this brand done reached expiration,

Came up with a winner, eventually, sounds similar to the original,

Announced it triumphantly, Redskin Lollies are history,

Now reborn as Red Rippers, new name but the product remains the same,

‘Twas a good move for a while, before an epic faux-pas was noticed,

One that went above and beyond throwin’ shade at Native Americans,

Way to neglect your research, turns out Red Ripper’s taken,

Belonged to the late Andrei Chikatilo, AKA: Red Ripper, AKA: Russia’s worst serial killer,

An epic fail worthy of a comedy show, could’ve come from the writers of Friends and Seinfeld,

Now you got candy named after a psycho, don’t matter that he’s long dead,

Negligence upset the apple cart, better get workin’ ‘cuz a new shitstorm’s bound to start,

Good luck with damage control, that’s the way the story goes, y’all played yourselves.



Home Stretch

The year 2020 down to its final two months,

Less than 100 days now, time flies even while under lockdown,

Some days feelin’ like Sideshow Bob walking into multiple rakes,

But for the most part engaging the creative brain so can’t really complain,

That beast still low-key lurkin’, gonna hang for the forseeable future,

Gotta do our thing anyway, come hell or high water,

Bottlebrushes have come and gone, Jacarandas bloomin’ in their place,

Attracting folks and their camera phones, gotta take snaps of that purple haze,

Magpies in full troll mode swoopin’, better take off when you hear ‘em clicking,

Hell hath no fury like a protective parent, even in the animal kingdom,

Distancing is key in public spaces, as of now crowds be dangerous,

The dregs of society still putting in that work, displaying the worst of human behavior,

Social unrest and natural disasters still persisting, adding to the list of catastrophes,

The story of 2020, quite frankly, this annus horribilis from the twenty-first century,

Some semblance of freedom restored for many but can’t give in to complacency,

There’s hell to pay should an ignorant few take so-called liberties lightly,

Ain’t no endgame in sight, don’t be swayed by false headlines,

Heartbreak hurts most when expectations are continually denied,

Christmas is right ‘round the corner, how it goes we’ll soon discover,

Prayin’ for better days and soldiering on, can’t cry forever about shit that ya can’t control.

Dear Joe

Dear Joe, I’m at wits end tryin’a come to terms with this shit,
Feeling empty inside, like I’d lost faith in humanity, sorry if it sounds so drastic,
Thought I’d found a real one, it was true romance in the beginning,
After years of playin’ and unions that done imploded, thought I’d found one with whom I could commit with,
But just like that it ended, can’t speak for her but I tried to put in work,
It’s fucked up when things don’t go your way despite your best efforts,
Can only hold on for so long, in the end I had to let her go,
She was my world, my everything, in her it’s like I’d finally found a home,
Came up rough and took my knocks, my chance at a good life dashed with barely a parting shot,
Thought we’d built up something solid, turned out to be a mere house of cards,
Didn’t need no Big Bad Wolf, life huffed and puffed and blew it into shards,
And now I’m stuck in limbo, caught up between wanting to move on and hold onto the past,
Conventional wisdom dictates go for the former but the heart can’t forget ‘bout what we once had,
That’s about the size of it, thought I should let somebody know,
Ball’s in your court now, what say you, Joe?

Dear Brother, you ain’t provided a name so I’ma call you brother,
Quite a load that you done been carryin’, sorry to hear ‘bout this union imploding,
Break-ups are a drag, they won’t always end with zero fuss,
One half might up and leave ‘cuz they feel that they’re with the wrong one,
Ya did the right thing, Homie, it takes two to make it work,
Wasn’t meant to be, gotta set her free, even if it fuckin’ hurts,
But while I sympathize I also gotta drop some hard truths,
I’ma spell it out for ya, brotha, where you done set yourself up to get screwed,
No doubt your love was real but you committed a fatal error when you fooled yourself into believing that home and happiness can be found in another person,
That’s why the fall-out cuts deep and now you’re suffering, you dropped the ball and went all-in with your feelings,
You put your eggs in the one basket rather than cast the net wide for your investments,
Truth is it’s an inside job, only you have the power to make you happy,
You’ll finally be ‘home’ when you accept it, sorry to sound all sappy,
No doubt a significant other can color your life into something rosy,
But the sad truth still applies, everything is temporary,
That includes people, don’t overlook the free will to which they’re entitled,
They may ride or die with ya but there exists the possibility that they may also quit on ya,
That’s the game of love, Bruh, it ain’t always warm and fuzzy,
Gotta stay ready, always, in case ya get hit with somethin’ grimy,
You see how easily friends can grow apart, even lifelong ones can go different directions,
Sadly couples can transition from lovers to strangers or maybe even rivals,
Tomorrow ain’t promised, Bruh, neither are happily ever afters,
No point trying to find clarity and certainty within what may be temporary,
Understand that home and happiness comes from within, can’t find it in status, places, people and possessions,
Invest in the one constant you have control over, the one staring back at you through the mirror,
How will you share love with another when you can’t even show yourself some?
Self-care ain’t no narcissistic endeavor, Brother, in life the successful continue to level-up,
Focus on self-improvement, explore the options around you, fuck what others are doing,
Opportunities in life and love’ll come knockin’ once you start growin’ and movin’ mountains,
Loving another shouldn’t come at the expense of yourself, stand your ground when you have to,
Don’t let ‘em get one over you, don’t let ‘em treat you low and walk all over you,
For now cut your losses and move on, there’s plenty of fish in the sea,
Wish ya nothing but the best, King, hoping that you’ll soon find your true Queen.

You Played Yourself pt. 3: Caught Out

Took the kid for a walk, a five-year old bundle of energy,

Everyday wondering where the time’s gone, she’s growing up fast already,

Working from home most days to bond with her, these formative years are precious,

More so than wads of cash and priceless diamonds, better enjoy her now before suitors come ‘round knockin’,

Took her to the park before a text message from the missus changed y’alls itinerary,

“Can you run down to the shops?” you complied and replied with a “yes, sure, Honey.”

Hopped in the car and drove down to the nearest shopping center, detoured to the nearest newsagency to take a gander,

Just for five minutes, tops, before carrying out the mission,

The little one set off running, beelined to where they stacked colored puzzle books and comics,

You hung back and checked out mags featuring cars and sports and what’s printed on today’s papers,

Peeped over towards her, gotta keep her within your field of vision,

Ruffled her hair as you passed her, allowed her to continue perusing,

While you slinked over the other side, the shelf that featured subjects that were forbidden,

That’s secret men’s business, the type that featured titles with near-naked chicks on the cover,

Tried to keep it discreet but your moment of perving’s ‘bout to be shattered,

The little one wonders over wide-eyed as to what you’ve been ogling,

“Daddy why are you looking at dirty magazines!?” she screeched,

Good lucky tryin’a convince her that a man’s got needs,

Folks within earshot are eyeing you like you tripped the lunk alarm at Planet Fitness,

Some are snickering while you’re blushing, no smooth path to get away from all this,

There’s a time for everything, Bruh, that’s what Ecclesiastes and the Byrds were on about,

Can’t do that shit while kids are present, congrats you done got caught out,

You walk out of there with her to the sound of muffled laughter, you should have known better,

Bowin’ to temptation’s a sign of weakness, fool, ya played yourself!

Ya Played Yourself pt. 2: Over The Fence

This is it, time for a change of pace and scenery,

More than an hour was spent indoors glued in front of the TV,

Time to get the bodies poppin’, get the vitamin D fix in while the sun is still shinin’,

‘How ‘bout a game, y’all?’ Get the competitive juices flowin’,

Found a ball in the living room, a game of volleyball was unanimously voted,

Was tame at first but slid into anarchy quicker than one can scream ‘Brexit’,

Five participants, game played two-on-two and first to five goals,

The fifth served as the referee, waiting patiently til it was time to change roles,

You’re the oldest of the bunch, entered the arena with your so-called rep on the line,

“Can’t let ‘em beat me,” says you, “I’m the best and fairest this game is all mine,”

You went in hard and ready, eyes blazed like a predator,

Throwin’ your weight around, beating your chest like a silverback gorilla,

Point after point scored but it was all in good fun,

Intensity cranked to the max but ain’t no beef started between anyone,

All had their time in the sun but you were determined to snag MVP,

Gotta serve these young cats notice that alpha status ain’t for free,

Ball’s served by the opposition, time to blow this ball to Kingdom Come,

Swatted it hard, sent it over the fence in your quest to be the special one,

So much for mad flexin’, now the game’s suddenly halted,

Ball’s lost and you’re the clown that belted it, now it’s your job to go retrieve it,

Pulled Pops away from conversation with Unc like you wanna drag him to the Principal’s office,

Can’t go out in public unless a responsible adult’s around for supervisin’,

Ran towards that ball, it’s on the grass just past the pavement,

Bent over to pick it up while your cousins are shouting at you to return it,

Youthful exuberance overcame common sense, combined with ego it can lead to silly consequences,

Fuck throwing it back the right way, gotta hot dog it like a circus performer,

Tried to throw between the legs like Nick Kyrgios returning serve,

Missed the target, slotted it into the neighbor’s yard with no one home to return it,

Now you’re blushing, cursing your idiocy, your cousins rightfully berating you furiously,

Pops shaking his head wondering how his kid’s capable of such lunacy,

Standing there like a fool pantsed in the school ground in front of everyone,

The top dog is gone and in its place stands the king of the chumps,

It was fun while it lasted, because of you it’s prematurely ended,

Scurry back into your hole, fool, cuz  ya done played yourself.