Oyile Javan

 She came to my house on Friday Eager to impress I took her to Hilton She ordered a glass of Sauvignon Blanc Upon reaching the house she ordered lamb chops on ubereats I ran around like a madman A true son of the soil On my best behaviour Just to make her feel at home After her favorite soap opera We went to sleep ''It is that time of the month'',she said My hopes were dashed  Crashed I felt like throwing her out But the gentleman in me wouldn't allow Now as I sit,an open letter I script Daughter of Eve I am no Jesus Christ Neither am I a philanthropist Relationship is about give and take I can't turn water into wine That is my blood,sweat and tears You are parasiting upon That only awakens the demons in me When I feel you are taking advantage of me.

 I am a troubled soul Following a sturbonly persistent illussion Called life No logic on my part Just cutting deals with my demons I am a troubled soul That chats its own course So don't bring me me your lemons Coz am gonna cut e'm And squeeze e'm in your guilty eyes I take no prisoners Coz I am a loner Take my sense and make money out of it.

 I'd rather be an unsung hero Than a war hero I'd rather be praised by the silent majority Than by the simple majority I'd rather die hungry on my feet Than wine and dine on my knees I'd rather spend 10,000 hours perfecting Than 10 seconds psychophanting I'd rather fight for my rights on the streets Than in the hallways and corridors of fame I'd rather post anonymous Than have a gazillion followers I'd rather fight as a lone ranger Than depend on them pledgers I'd rather make 10,000 mistakes Than be the perfect role  model I'd rather ruin my reputation Than wallow in repudiation For the world is full Full of cowards Full of fools Full of morons And errors But the world is also full of beauty All we got to do is open our eyes To this, Endless possibilities.