An Afternoon of Rhymes
I don’t wanna be called a poet,
coz my words aren’t what you would bet.
But my heart is still wondering,
all the words just keep on falling.
Wouldn’t it be nice to write:
‘Tis a hero with might,
Shall he slay the dragon and end the blight?
Worry as well the people’s plight,
Shall no evil escape his sight?
But alas, this shall not be
Cause writing is a curse I cannot flee.
And so with heart ablaze, I hereby proclaimed
“I shall write to my hearts content.” My mouth acclaimed.
This is the truth, go on and whole you shall be made.
Puyat at gutom
Pasok pa sa trabaho
Alt tab, alt tab pa
Baka mahuli ni boss
Boom laki sweldo,
Manlibre ka naman toto.
Imbes na nakahiga sa kama,
Sa opisina nakikipagdigma.
Di bale ng pagod,
Basta naman may trabaho.
Tapos pagdating ng sweldo
“Tangina! Ang laki ng tax ko!”