Before I lose my sight to the spirits of old age, before I bend like a crescent moon, just before I lose my soft skin to the witches of the East,

I will call for a rendezvous of all the children I will have sired, whether young or old, dark or light skinned,

I shall command a bull to be taken down just before Christmas, when everyone is free from the handcuffs of the Indian merchants,

Every family with their kids, seated in clusters, I shall warn them to be cautious about life, for every flower that blossoms has it’s own thorns! That they may never forget that ” every choice has it’s own consequences!”😾🔥🤔