25

Look at me, I’m a 25 year trendy maker! I feature a brand new me, at present! Look at me, and Read through my transition, I wear George and shave jeans, Now I’m getting A Gucci, And now I can volunteer in UN. I’m the birthday lad at present. May the folks warble for De Poet, as I take my view. I’m floating in the galaxy, But now, let me trail down, to my castle, Look at the mirror, it all defines me as A Script-Writer, On my fingertips, is where you unearth my lyrics! Did you just read that? I’m A Song-writer as well. I just don’t give a break, God dam it, I’m A Poet, “Bryan De Poet” I am, and I have T.m.T forever. I am 25! And I’m a silver jubilee today. What a better me, I can fly far and wide, And It’s a Sunday, when Emmanuel rose, My pristine birth–date, though! was, a Good Friday, back then in 89, That defined and defines, my other name “Emmanuel” Now let me stroll to haven, With my own visions and missions, Extremely eventful and magical I’ am, Wait a Sec, let me accolade my mother, the tremendous queen “Stella” And not forgetting my father “William” For today, don’t try to find my station, and try not to provoke me, Just listen to me, I’m what I am, and what you see. This is, an even year for me! It’s my birthday, But I haven’t forgotten where I came from. I’m 25. All Rights Reserved In Memory of my 25th Birthday © T.m.T scripts