Chilling
Chilling
By Robert T. Davenport
Yo, chill, let me tell you how I be chilling,
In a world full of chaos, I'm just straight up chilling.
I'm like a cool breeze on a summer day,
Relaxing and unwinding in my own special way.
I sit back and ponder life's mysteries,
Like why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways?
It's deep, man, it's deep, you see,
But I don't let it stress me, I just let it be.
I contemplate the meaning of existence,
While munching on some chips and salsa, no resistance.
I mean, who needs enlightenment when you've got snacks,
Sitting on the couch, watching Netflix, that's the max.
I'm on a quest for inner peace and tranquility,
But sometimes, that means just being silly.
I crack jokes and laugh till my sides hurt,
Because laughter is the best medicine, that's for sure.
I find joy in the little things, like a good meme,
Or a funny video that makes me scream.
Life's too short to be serious all the time,
So I embrace the humor and let my spirit climb.
I chill with my friends, we have a blast,
Making memories that will forever last.
We dance like no one's watching, sing out of tune,
Because in those moments, we're all in sync, in tune.
So, yo, chill with me, let's take a break,
From the stress and worries that life can make.
Embrace the laughter, the silliness, the fun,
And remember, life's a journey, so enjoy the run.
I hope you see,
That chilling is an art, a way to be free.
So grab a drink, kick back, and relax,
Because in the world of chilling, there are no setbacks.
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Written on October 03, 2023
Submitted by BigNuttyTheBlackBishop on January 21, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,519 |
Words | 325 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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