My day(s) in a nutshell

On some mornings,
the sun sets like it’s a Wednesday
stretching its rays like I do my arms.
If it’s boastful enough for a sit up
it can purge rain.
I hear the water meant to wash my sins from the night.
I use the opportunity to win some Grammy in the bathroom.
Tea is not for those with colossal belly like us.
There’s a bicycle, there’s a shoe, there’s a car to take you there.
I leave for work, same thing on some Saturdays.
My routine is not the same if it’s not rice for lunch
Sometimes beans to calm my nerves
on most days I wake up on the wrong side,
I just go to the mountain to meet God.
Before I know it will soon be 11pm, then I go back to sleep.

Ruddapoet