Snooker

"The relentless pursuit of perfection has been my problem over the years. It's maybe held me back." Ronnie O'Sullivan

Snooker was merely a jest,

Languidly becoming a zest,

Burning the candle at both ends;

In no time spiked into jones,

Another prudy frame of mind into blood and bones.

Soot to inhale,

Exquisite time to exhale,

Everyone champing at bit to play the ponies,

One beating the drum of pay dirt,

Omnious's money down the drain still hurt. 

Snooker be the sea of flames,

Blistering up all my aims.

I be a drugie sitting target,

It be a hunky pedlar f****t.

It made me insane,

Oh f**k! I am in vain.

Reviews

[JD Major]

I love your nitty-gritty style, Ishaan! I feel your angst, and mine too.
"Snooker be the sea of flames, Blistering up all my aims."
I guess for me it's Rewritng ...rewriting ...rewriting, a "Perfect" distraction, the enemy of "Good enough" and of Joy.
...and that's life, folks :)

[Ishaan Kumar]

Thanks a lot!!