If there is alcohol, there is a plan
Drunken at the moment but know the memory
Awake and currently very bad
Having been taken to the last night's sleep
Tomorrow the clue will be buried in oblivion
Here are the stories of the poet
Read the ones in the middle of the paragraph
Dense like a canine, still a sexy girl
Sorry I'm not young anymore
The the poet's story
Started with a poem titled Balak
Written without alcohol
Only brain content flowed into the pen
Heart content without surprise
It's simple , nervous, just easy
If you're busy, just smile
Calm, just steady
Now is the time to raise your own bank, just keri
You don't need to speak English for them to know you're smart you
You don't even need to talk so they know you're Filipino
You're Filipino, you're a buffalo, not a cow
You're not an apple but a mango
And don't wait for the time to come your nose
You're not white, your color is brown
It's important what you can do
Do good, every emotion beats the good deed
Scream if you need to get out burning anger in the chest
But the world is already on fire with what is said to be useless
So the hunger pangs hit the numb, the ears are ringing
The starving ones hit the floor, said no one cares
There are wise men who don't know the direction
Not the heart but the nose is the guide
The lips of the new generations have become liars
It is not too late, break the dish blinding
This is my plan and Gloc's plan
Make the dreamer's confusion meaningful