Some days are dull
You feel like half-fed pet dog finding difficult to survive.
Like a season which never arrives.
Like a virgin failed to mark its presence
Like an old prostitute losing her essence.
Like a blind man losing his shade
Like a burning matchstick about to fade.
Morning looked boring and afternoon you left ignoring
Evening manages to get over and by the night your ass was soaring.
Because some days…..
Some days are jacked up
You feel like a piston head, Banged again and again
Like a beaten up kid making no complain.
Like an old man asking for respect
Like a teenage girl looking like a defect.
Like a blue frog asking to dissect
Like a ring worm bitten up by insect.
In the morning you feel sad and afternoon was bad
Evening was no better and in the night wanted to be dead.
Because some days….
Some days are fantastic
You feel like first ranker in primary school
Like a young lad looking so cool.
Like finding an old friend in foreign land
Like a rock star performing with his band.
Like discovering a diamond in the sand
Like a slut getting a new husband.
Morning was bright and afternoon seems to be right
Evening was great and in the night you have conquered the height.
Because some days….
