Away

I could decide to pick a prostitute and “sex” it away
I could decide to get a wrap of ganja and smoke it away…
Or visit a “pharmacist” to sniff it away
I could decide to spend all day and night in a bar drinking it away
At least I know, like my friends say
The bottle doesn’t betray

Better still
Without much delay,
I could go to a karaoke bar and sing it away
Or attend a comedy show to laugh it away
I could give it out as charity by smiling it away
Or like a bush baby who lost his mat, I could cry it away

I already visited the ocean to swim it away
Got on black horses to ride it away
Hung out with friends to chat it away
Walked dangerous alleys of thieves
In the hope that it gets robbed away
Oh dear. . .
There just must be a way. . .!

Maybe I need another get-away to get it away
Or fix my stereo and have Adele’s songs on replay
But by the way,
To my dismay,
Even making a fun trip to Santa Fe
Will not stop me feeling this way

For I have been decieved, hurt, heartbroken and made an enemy
Thought I had a lover who turned out to be nothing but love’s effigy
Played like puppets on strings, on a bridge and everyone’s watching
Where I feel like, right before my eyes, my whole life is crumbling
But like wise say, joy wouldn’t feel so good, if it wasn’t for pain
That statement, surely keeps me sane.

So how do I get the pain away?
Cos by Allah’s commandment, drinking, smoking and prostitutiing is not my way
The one who made me, knows how and why I ended up this way
In him, the hope I have is immortal as long as I inhale and exhale
And there is no other way for me to escape all that pain entails
Than for me to bow down and. . .
Pray it away. . .

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“pharmacist” -In Lagos Island where I come from, we refer to drug barons as “pharmacists”. . .they deal in “drugs”. . .don’t they? lol