I Think I'm Back

Lemme check.

Legs-check
Arms-check
Fat-check (damn)
Rhyme-check

K, I AM here...

I've been a BIT lazy to update...thats all...just slow and all, life.
Plus, my rhymes slowed down, (damn you O level studying).

ON the brighter notes,
Ive been accepted in to Ngee Ann Poly, through DPA...!!!

Nothing else bright note...the rest are in minor or flat...

The hammer hasn't dropped (is that good or bad?), I think the hand forgot about letting go.
So, there, Im worrying (or hoping?) for nothing.

I'm still nowhere in a breakthrough, save in a blues rhythm, to which I present this next work.
(it starts with that Oh So Shakespeare line)

Shakespeare, In E Minor

Shall I compare thee,
To a summers day;

I find it hard to,
In the howling winter;
Away the birds flew,
With the trees and their splinters;

I cannot hear myself,
The blizzard blocks me out;
Standing alone, on an ice shelf,
Till my throat is hoarse, I shout;

Then through the slush, I pull,
A half-dozen strands, full;

To the edge of my hip, I bind;
And the other ends, to a stick I find;

I run my fingers down,
And produce a clear note and sound;

A melody, of rhapsody,
A tranquil fantasy;

I crow my hoarse tongue,
Through cracked lips I sung;

The song and sound, finer,
My blues in E minor;

To Be Continued

This post,
Is not the real deal;
Well that just shows,
What the heck's appeal;

I'll put one up,
Maybe later in the story;
For now, well, 'sup?
How's the obitoury?

It's just, a substitute,
For the real thing;
Made up on the spot,
So this has more loopholes, that a ring;
(though it's only ONE)