Monday, September 12, 2011

The sad song of whateverrrr

I’ve been listening to a song of late. This song, I find, heard too many times is kind of annoying. Okay I fib. It is, in fact, very annoying. This is not a song with music attached to it, not sung in a melodic way in which to please our sound receptors. This song is more of a whining. A whining of a certain group of people.

People who keep telling me that this here Male’ is a boring place. The song in question is the repetitive complaints they spew out.

"What-EVRRR! This place sucks! How can I enjoy anything without a Starbucks?"
"I'm like, SO bored! Let's go like, hang at the mall... oh wait... you don't have one. what-everrrr!"
and I'm like, "I don't know whats sadder, your complete disregard for your country or your fucking face."

I think words in the form of a rant just seems inadequate here. Let us try something else here. By us, I mean of course, me. Here is my response to you guys in the form of a little poem.

This place is dark, dreary and glum
This place is somewhat a giant slum
Fret do the naysayers and look down their noses
Expecting assorted pleasures on a bed of roses
While one agrees that here, pickings are slim
One must point out that all is not so grim
We don’t have McDonald’s, Pizza Huts or Starbucks
I find it hard to give a shit, a damn or two fucks
While we don’t hang around all day at huge malls
To enjoy life in this part of the world takes huge balls
I may not know the experience of a club or rave
I find such shallow endeavors is not something I really crave
While you may claim that we only have coffee after coffee
I just think that’s what you do, being so idle and time so free
I might not have the fancy life you do, but know this for sure
People here who have purpose, and convictions pure,
Have no trouble filling their lives with meaning and substance
You wander around in its complete absence
When you all come back from that three year clusterfuck
I shall still pat your back and wish you good luck.

 Schooled, bitches.