Supernova Oxymoron

Hectic times

No time to write

Sitting there stirring your pot of spite

Grandmother in hospital

Useless doctors piss me off

Other doctors save lives

Alhamdulillah

This life’s a spin-off

From the story of death

Or Life after Death

You see, some don’t believe

But how could you conceive

A world without Him?

Are you blind?

Look around

Smell the trees

Taste the air you breathe

Even sneeze

Done

13 hours to London and back

Jobs are like men

And men are like buses

Big meetings, big prospects

Imperium Media launching 2012

No longer sitting on the shelves

It’s time to get out there

Fuck this fake shite

Companies licking artists arses

Even when they’re crap

It’s time to take the light

And burn it out

Create a new one

Supernova oxymoron

She’s moved somewhere to do her masters

He’s finally accepted the fact he’s married

(He put a ring on it)

They’ve accepted that they’re gay

Life is dandy eh

More like Beano to me

Candy flavoured chocolate coated tutty mate

Many sheep will die today

Qurbani hey

Ya Allah, thank you for another Eid

The house smells like bonfires

Bumfires

All fires

Hell-fire

He’s right next to you

Don’t look him in the eye

Else you’ll die

The sound reminds me of Daddy

And I miss Pua so much

Thanks for coming to my dream this morning

A family, altogether again

At least I get that in my sleep

Some don’t get it at all

Anyway

Stay happy

Stay blessed

Let go of all the stress

You’re married

You got a kid

That’ll be me one day

You'll have to accept that too

   Eid Mubarak Y’all.