Drop It!

 

I

Drop your bars, your shoes, your scars;

hours and hours, knit the smile from Lard.

Respect an attitude, you treat yourself Powers!

Its time, to settle your score with regret towels.

Don't throw it, rather drop it, Mike, let it sound far;

how you walked a mile unfazed in Yours, guts gore.

See Yourself there, the next level, with every i dot, vowel!

II

Turn in for improvement, shut out the rest;

shadow your dogs, what you're afraid to face.

No matter, what it takes, to be simply the best;

start by hauling your chin out of your chest.

No ladder will make you a Saint nor Safe Space;

danger the cement, what glues your choices with haste!

Be at Peace, you can do it, anointed to be Greatest.

III

Drop it! Don't wait for it, until tomorrow takes your shit;

like a hobo strangling your dreams, poverty moving in.

Be the Self, you chose, with every fibre, sweat, grit –

crush the resistance of Can't, wont nor Shant, Dewit!

You're the Ferris Bueller of your story, so claim your win;

aspire to make a difference inside, to see it outside grim.

For nothing ventured nothing gained, believe Yourself fit!