Bittersweet Yesterdays Poem by Micha Memory Asime

I savour life at it's best.
Whilst my friends on the other side of town,
drown on duck ponds and coke syrups.

I'm happy as it is...
and dead like Ulm.

My days are whitikled,
and my friends are forced to be selfishly unquiet.
Ambition accompanies me,
like a love affair.
Good days and bad days it has it.

I hide in the depths;
of the bosom of the one that loves me...
just as my spirit ventures out full and fool.

I see yesterdays like today;
but it's not to be...
for as my friends see it-
we in low places,
cherish the feminist ghoul of the ancient gods.

Bittersweet yesterdays,
it will always be for me.
To hell with what my friends see;
Or maybe not?