I really just look at myself like a joke that is being told,
Blah Blah Blah,
You know the comedian with a show where no more tickets could be sold.
Yep that type of joke.
Life is stupid ass backwards though.
Some days it is full of laughter and love then you turn around to see hatred and haters.
I wonder, why it is like that?
But seriously I look at myself like a joke is being told,
I must never take the joke for granted or fold.
Unless it is coming out the dryer.
Gotta keep tough skin in this slimy ass sluggish world.
People, Places and Things will eat your ass up alive like piranhas do.
But I look at myself as a joke being told.
The type of joke that tell those same nouns to skip rocks across the lakes,
The type of joke that tell those same nouns to pour some milk on my frosty flakes and add me some bananas while you at it.
The type of joke that will have you looking upside down at stuff that is already in the wrong direction.
The type of joke that will have you going crazy until you see perfection.
But as my favorite knock knock joke forever lives in my heart..
It was told to me by one of my home girls in high school..
#backtalkbee #mysenioryear #SpeechClass
“Her: Knock Knock
Me: Who is there?
Me: Cargo who?
Her: Cargo BEEP BEEP”
#ShareLove #GetRidOfTheHate #WednesdaysWithBeeBeLikeWhatever