Ala Eh!

It’s quite hard to be cool if you’re not really that type. And pretending to be one is even harder if you’re tied to the back of an amputated carabao trying to crawl under the scorching sun. Well, how about if your balls are perspiring and itchy when you are facing with the crowd? Hmn, me, I always carry a bag even if it’s empty, use it to cover your crotch and do a small pinch on the itchy part, repeat for a few times… what a pleasure i can tell you, but don’t overdo it…, the crowd might notice.

Aiyah, these crazy thought flashed back when i saw this poem scribbled in my notebook during our holiday back home. I need to go to Pasay City and I can’t find a cab during that time so i decided to ride on a jeepney from Balagbag, Paranaque bound to Pasay Rotonda via South SHighway service road, the time is around 10:30am, started the poem around 12:00 noon and I reached the place with burning red balls. Here’s the poem…. some parts were purposely deleted.

Binura yung ibang mga bahagi dahil sa mga masasagwang salita. Ha ha….. oo mas masagwa.