There’s a joy in shameless-ness

in avoiding the primordial need to blush,

In our socio-economic darkness

There’s a class of freedom you may arrive at,

if you can give as many as 27% of audited fucks,

as Jean-Michel Basquait

there’s peace in the command,

to break amala, ewedu and goat-meat at the wedding party,

with your two beautiful hands.

there’s obvious reason to sweat

like a Goat,

because the weather is actually hot;

And if most of earth’s pools are cold,

and you’d like to swim different,

Why do you dive in without clothes?

And if money trees are perfect structures

for true shade and protection,

Why are you so slow to lay foundation?

and if your hands are stained with blood,

and they’ve posted you to Hell,

why wouldn’t you still worship the Lord your God?

Or still, dance a soulful dance

in an empty nightclub,

once you’re chanced.

Or still, take your friends on a trip,

because you know deep inside your heart,

that the fellowship retains more value than its sponsorship.

Or still, give chase to that dude,

without fear or premonition. Or pre-condition;

All you want is a conversation.

but your motives are yours alone, still,

liable to change, bargain or reveal;

liable to take him home to netflix and chill

liable to soil your bedsheets,

or get drunk in the mornings,

or learn sanskrit

liable to improve your parlance,

or witness Starlight,

Once you reconfigure your account balance

whatever will happen usually happens,

and the happenment thereof is your story –

so go for Glory.