Smelly Armpits And Stained Teeth Poem by Tyrone Gayle

Each morning I awake, I see it, standing there, gazing at me,
Through yellow and green eyes that aren't apart of reality,
In its body language it's barking something important,
My thoughts are whispering, ‘You should comply' but I'm reluctant.

I got out! My fear was too bold, how can I find attention to pay?
These stare downs have surpassed sanity, I'm not that crazy - no way!
Shh, I admit, the dynamic was deafening, so why not lend an ear today?
The true root of my fear is from unlicensed psychiatry thus it has no say.

So I came back to face it before my mind went on vacation in the late pm,
With its chartreuse-tainted lens now piercing the black mist,
Breathing oxygen for a tableau that a maverick like me can still Carpe Diem,
Without being fully pruned of the buds that make me want to exist.