A LETTER TO COMPLACENCY (We just can’t work things out)
A LETTER TO COMPLACENCY (We just can’t work out) Dear Frenemy Complacent, Good luck being a comedian You never made me laugh as I wanted You never made me smile as I pretended You never cracked my ribs You made Adams out of Adams when Eves were still unseen. Very unprofessional at creating excuses. You hurt me like an opponent rebutting one’s greatest points in the final round You annoyed me like a slow internet connection when one is already facing deadline You are as cold as Fanice living in a freezer. As treacherous as an iceberg hiding itself under the water How dare you call my name louder? Aren’t you the king of silence? You thought me to always play the role ‘dumb’ Even when the ‘speaker’ role was a vacancy You are the slow poison that kills time You are the slowest fastest destiny tracker Get out of this mind! And never show up again Because like every other break-up It might hurt at first, but it will he...