Ode to rest

The day gets the best of me
Everything wants a bite from me
One bite, two bites, and nothing else left
These thought is not right
I must give my best
But na person wey dey alive
Get any best to give
So I spin me a joint
Hit one, hit two,
And the world becomes slower
Every bite off me
Hits no more than it should
It’s like becoming the President
And not ruling
If you are the header, be the rester.

Victor Oyedele