The Cycle

You happy makes me happy, 

which makes you happier 

Before this gets sappier, 

I noticed the feedback loop

Then it hit me, I got a new hack, it’s fool-proof 

Had the machine running, efficiency was through the roof 

But then I got bored 

Wondered if I could handle a second and maybe a third 

Please don’t don’t say a word 

I know saying this makes me sound like a turd 💩 

Or a Tudor 

My point is, blame it on the tutors 

They taught me a trick that leaves most people in a stupor 

Turns out a perfect gentleman’s gotta be a player

To take on the naysayers

You gotta do better than say prayers

To get the men, you gotta get the women first

Getting the women leaves an unquenchable thirst

But the worst of it all is not knowing how far you’ll fall

Why am I telling you this?

Because I reached clarity 

Reached the singularity at the center of this blackhole of depravity

Wonder if I have a black soul now or just a cavity

Cuz I feel empty inside 

I tried to stuff it with pride 

But I wouldn’t take 

It stinks that I’m unhinged and everyday I bake

Tell me, is there any mistake I’ll never make?

Even with all the above, there’s still a part of me you love 

That’s the only thought that’ll save me from this fall from grace
if not, I’m better defaced
 

I always hated this part of the cycle

lets get back to what’s delightful 

After you 

You smiling, means I’m doing something right
its easy to schedule fights once you see the light 
My mind meddles and trust me its past subtle
Already planned rebuttals 
of course the assault ain’t frontal
No I won’t make it your fault, or resort to the insults
I’m not that one dimensional
you learn to take my words with a grain of salt
tryna put pain in the other direction
She won’t complain, her mum’s passed the lessons
I say enchante to my next obsession 

Tell her class’s in session
Ass showing exponential potential
said she loves the facials
That white chocolate’s essential

Just not the oil. 

Cursed to toil in the soil till blood boils 

In a bid to find war spoils 

A bit like the laws by Charles Boyle 

That pressure 

But you offer release 

Said you live to please 

Heart on a trapeze doing a strip tease

Always a pleasure