Lately, things that annoy me include: beer and lads and birds and banter. Because whenever they’re linked to toxic man. They just lead me to certain anger. Like Professor Banner getting cursed by gamma. Cos toxic man is a backstabber. Who just grins as he turns his dagger. And I’m fast learning I can’t hurt… Continue reading Toxic man
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A diamond that hits back
I’m hardly past it. (Mid-30s if you’re wondering.) And in recent years, have kinda felt like I hate this game. Cos life plus time is evil. And seems to equal more aches and pains. And it’s a sad fact and makes me mad that, whatever I do, I can’t escape this change. It’s like my… Continue reading A diamond that hits back
A letter to my inner narcissist
PART ONE: AN INTERVENTION Words are words. And sometimes, words hurt. Like a simple thing said in a simple way can cut deeper than a curse word. So if you think I can kill you with a turn of phrase. Just know that I’m holding back a worse verse. From beginning to middle to end,… Continue reading A letter to my inner narcissist
The misogynist rapper
I got my money and my bitches and my guns, in the club. Repping like a G. Then I spark up a blunt. But I don’t smoke. So I choke up my lungs. Then set off all the fire alarms. Damn, I’m a mug. But, I’m hella-strong never wrong baby. Black fire you liar I’m… Continue reading The misogynist rapper
Sunday daze
This morning I glued a bit of the wood floor that kept coming up. Then got a little tool with teeth to remove old grouting in the bathroom. Then hoovered. And washed the dishes. Then cleaned my boots, still muddy from that last mini festival I went to; where I threw axes and cracked whips.… Continue reading Sunday daze
Smiting my enemies
Lately, something’s been on my mind. And might need some kind of remedy. What I want to know is… How does one smite an enemy? I mean, even if I had the cojones. Just getting in a fight is a felony. It’s like one slap and I’m in a scrap. Fists flailing like they’re righteous… Continue reading Smiting my enemies
Nerds never say die
I recently read a book called Ready Player One that’ll soon be a movie. Which got me thinking how growing up nerd was absurd. So yeah, go ahead, shoot me. Cos I get it. Everyone’s obsessed with the 80s. Which I confess, is so crazy. As when we look back, we just remember the gravy.… Continue reading Nerds never say die
Salt and pepper man
The other day I went to go and shave. And saw my face had started to grow and change. My stubble was silver. This was a low blow and no token phase. Cos lately, ‘I’m getting old’ has become my go-to phrase. But left me wondering, what the hell happened? Is just over a decade… Continue reading Salt and pepper man
Groundhog boy
When I wake each day. And think about leaving the house. I tend to freeze up. Cos I’m shrouded by doubt. Forced to bear my stare in the mirror. But all I find is a frown. Is this it? I say, glancing down. Sizing up my figure like I haven’t realised it’s round. Cos I’m… Continue reading Groundhog boy
Finding my voice
When I started writing and performing. I took a lot of inspiration from battle rap. Thinking, if I could master my nerves. Then with the rest of the scene. I figured maybe I could handle that. But my early material was pretty basic. I didn’t rate it. I just didn’t think I had the knack.… Continue reading Finding my voice
