The Loop
It's 5am looking like noon,
New crib smells of old dust,
Housemates cleaning the littered sitting room,
Sit on the kitchen island,
Munch on your akara burger,
And drink Tom Brown.
Run 12 miles across the bridge
Then back again,
Yoga in the park,
Sink your naked soles in the warm grass,
Meditate on the hill.
Sip up your protein shake,
Take an ice bath after.
Bake bacon and cheese cake for breakfast,
Smile at your roomies,
Hand them each a plate.
Blend coconut with groundnuts and peaches,
Pour fresh cream.
Hand them a glass,
Wish them a nice day.
Light up your kpoli,
Smoke the blunt,
Make lean,
Swallow perc and Molly,
Make a brownie and lick meth,
Sniff on coke,
Chew bush,
Drink up your whiskey,
Smash the bottle on the wall.
Pull up the parking lot,
Curse once more on your steering wheel.
Grab your knapsack,
Sit on your computer and fondle the keys,
Roll up your sleeves in focused work,
Sign out of the day,
Curse again,
This time to the traffic.
Sulk in your room for few hours,
Hug your knees
Suck on your thumbs,
Pull up your hood sleeves to your knuckles,
Refuse food and drinks,
Groan, wail like Ninevites after Jonah.
Ditch your dinner date,
Eat the roses you bought for her.
Sit on your sofa still on your blue tux,
Sip on a glass of red wine,
Stare at the burning fire,
Finish up the bottle,
Dump it in the trash tract.
Bring in a hoe for the night,
Lead her up to your room,
Silent kisses so they don't see muah,
Throw her on the bed
Tear off her clothes,
Bend her over,
Make Lord Future proud.
Bury your face on her fat ass cheeks,
Kiss the tight, oily pussy lips,
Grope her soft titties,
Eat that asshole like tacos,
Make her squirt,
Drunk her your cum.
Spank her ass,
When she talk commitment,
Slam the door on her face,
Send her to tha trenches.
Flush the condom in the toilet,
Then pass out like a log of wood.
Wake up to the same reality,
Curse loudly into your pillow,
Face the ceiling now,
Make motionless observation,
Curse loudly again,
This time to the ceil.
Bend your knees in prayers,
Give Credence to the Creator,
Chant his praise in Tongues,
Lift your hands in intimate worship,
Fall under the trance of exorcism,
Deliverance comes nigh.
Hum in rhythm to the mantra,
Bob your head to amapiano instrumentals,
Gbebody to the Zanku on stereo,
Feel that feel enjoy yourself,
Now wake from that fantasy you fool.
You're in The Loop,
A depress chain?
Drown in your pool of fantasy?
Sink back to reality, get it now?
Reminisce your crosses and thorns?
Nostalgia your irredeemable self?
Constant reverse deja vu?
An alloy of pure shit?
That's you?
Whatever it is?
Deal with it,
It's The Loop.
Pen out.
©️ Shallom
