My Prince-Apples

The wordly world is doggy-doggy, You need a choice, oki-doki? Boring bloke whose flavor's labour, Or just choose, to be daily lazy. Life is ocean, harshing hardship, Who gets on its board, gets bored, But who are the king of larking, Whose life's used as the fund of fun. Be polar, bipolar, open to the new, No focus on hocus pocus of the news, Otherwise, you're wise nevermore, You are not, to believe in every lore. Be an absurb bird, absorbe you heard, But select the fact without affect, No attach! Not on a word, nor the world, Be alone without a loan of anybody. Give an "X" to the things you learnt, Give no appearance to give up to learn, Be the expert of experience, hence, Your vitality is wit with crazy mentality. Though the worldy world is doggy-doggy, Health is before wealth oki-doki? Choose a real mate, really anti-material, You, Priceless Prince of Supriseness. Guard your garden's Prince-apples, They are golden pieces of your world, Through 'em you may throw more poems, Since all you were right in is to keep writin'.