First World Problems Poem by Okello Baloyi

Precocious as I thought, there you are! rushing to your destination, with a speed of 150 on a road full of potholes also curved, as you were trying to give me advice about relationships and I wasn't the one who's afraid not to be loved!

Christianity as you think you are, claiming to be holy while you'll burn twice in hell, they haven't taught you about love than to be ignorant to oneself, without hate, you're living a hideously life, yet you expect people to be more like you?

Prematurely you've reached your destination, you didn't pick up some lessons on your way to a happy life, you were chasing success without working smartly, worst part you've aged, while you were jumping the gun, I was learning to control such weapon!