Afternoon page 4

January I wake up 7 hours later, 2nd day of the month at Johnson Court.
Tipsy away from champagne 2013 years of glittering light, family in the living room resting while Arsenal and Chelsea go at it again on the Premiere League.
It was my sister near by, left before I could even turn the laptop on silent, and watch Samuri Jack online.
Wake up everybody, wake up fishes I have a surprise for you.
She doesn't like fish, or lizards from chameleons of all sorts.
Just One Direction, and the Alicia Keys album.
Put It In A Love Song.
Love poems like raining dance halls, whether you need them they are love struck, but romance in London is dead, lust cynical bats looking for a fight to pick on.
Just fed up with life, hoping this shit will end in 3000 years away from a roundhouse circle.
It's purple though, and my tinted eyes seem to conceal shut like curtains, such a heavy sleeper to introduce the coffee maker I will never sip on as long as English Tea is around.
Not much socialising with kids, cos high intelligence to low self esteem seekers.
Good day to you Londoners, good day to Mr Kennedy the game wizard, I'm a game geek myself so I play your Call Of Duty's, Assassin's Creeds, your Need For Speed and the most Driver San Francisco.
I came to the family hall gathering, and looked on Sky Plus for basketball tournaments, The Big Bang Theory my sister loves the most.
I wanted the discovery channel where animal planet was pleasant to watch their habitats and their survival traits.
Go get it, pancakes flipping honey stacks of syrup, sweet like chocolate.
Mummy baking cakes to stimulate the dessert cream pies my belly is open like a porcupine.
Run faster than nipples on Cheereos, grab something harder than Weetos can digest milk in a silver spoon.
Happy Jelly Babies like to bright the roast after the Christmas, where hopes were almost disastrous that time I stayed over with the family.
Another cousin lost, and tears are spiraling to dust like it didn't matter.
Life goes on I guess , but pages spill detailed feelings of anguish and frustrations.
Never seen Ghana in 9 years, want to be in love with plantains and fufu.
Fante and Twi in the mix of my English tongue diverse.
In the XBOX360 house, common interests with Halo.
Assassin's Creed and Zombie Island.
Already neck in the woods came running three times a winner of football.
It's cold now, snowing the 4 weeks of beginner's year book, beginner's way of covering rocks that talk.
Snowing the next February's epic to cause road blocks, keep Christians at home, prayers opened at the dinner tables.
Food is delicious, and hot potatoes match the chicken drums with salad.
It's cosy, and I wanna move back there to the block.
It's where my comfort zone is at, closed bedroom doors where my privatised TV educates Playstation 2 games, Tekken, Desert Storm, Prince of Persia and X-Men Wolverine's Revenge.
Science books, astronomy I wonder if I went space.
I should feel space bound with Venus and Neptune.
So much self discovery is needed to be me, so much discovery in the individual in me is left to see.
It may sound selfish and self centred.
But it is the way the afternoon page goes.