MAY DAY 🚨

Heard concerns about my whereabouts,

When my presence has always been at the ward

Constantly delivering and my birth is a fair amount

Of the results – which is out with a baby on board

May Day! May Day!

Il faut m'aider 

Renovation works ongoing in my head

Cos it's pregnant with ideas

Call in the surgeon for his dividers –

It feels like these lines have me heavily wired

My mind is choked with garlic knots

Quite full of loaded tots 

Like will there be a ranch dressing on a sundae?

Or, when a French fries is there ever a flambé?

If a widow's mite is all the strength she has

Might she be able to raise milky bars?

If what goes around, comes around had a name

Will that be a boomerang?

When a trigger happy policeman

Shoots his shot at a black kid,

Does that make him a pervert or a racist?

If I play with the hearts of women 

Am I a gambler or a playboy who loves to play, sis?

Many thought I'd fold like an origami piece

Well, here's my olive branch for their wreath 

May their thoughts rest in peace –

Nowhere but beneath

Whispers from pigeons

Mention that these lines are in my genes

Last time I checked, my outfit permits blue jeans

That's why my palm casually runs on cool engines 

Father, with my flows akin to menstruation 

May I never labour in vein 

My cursive writings shouldn't mean they must go vain

From your divine mensurations

Mirror selfies yet they can't see their visions, 

This is no shade thrown at anyone's television 

Open a can of worms to feed on their thoughts 

This is neither my handwriting nor my font

They try ways to bar me from speaking

Hate it when I spit like Carlito

My unapologetic French sickens –

These blood suckers: parasitic as a mosquito

My bars put them on remand

A difficult urge to withstand –

Their demand

For breathing space at Limann

My paraphernalia,

Reminds them of their failure

My consumer behaviour

Makes waves in Australia

I'm just a black man trying to stay safer

From all these versions in pretense as the saviour

Where do I see myself in the next years? I say far –

From the CFA

Visions of success being the ringtone on my gramophone

Tells me, my rise will come with the drone 

Wear this as a chain of events around my neck,

Reminding them of the chain of command

Some may say that Eiffel off –

Meanwhile, I stand strong like a lady's Brest

Might be leaning like the tower of Pisa –

Yet, I'm rooted to the ground like beef on a pizza.

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BeYunus 🐳 

May 1st