it's hard to write with zest
with a load on your chest
it's impossible to get along
without a bloody good bong
it's pointless to cruise
if you ain't go the blues
it's a bitch to grab some sleep
buried in shit neck deep
it's little more than maya
when hidden behind an abaya
it's not yet a sonnet
just a pesky bee in my bonnet
it was meant to be like noah's ark
guess am just shooting in the dark
