ISSUES

 My name is Issues and there’s issues I’d like to issue.  I’d like a tissue to clear the issue within my tissues. I’d like to use a tissue to sue my shoe for its tighten issue. I’d like to sue my sure sugar school for the issues raised in the sour April issue. I am sure the sun rises in the east and sets in the west but I sleep in a rotating bed and yesterday the sun rose in the south. I have an issue with the sun ; it kept my bones strong, dried my clothes, gave me power I called solar energy but it still dried my plants, burnt my skin, faded the clothes it dried, dried the dams. Oh! Sun! god of the rising morning. My issues are with the rain, it does well to supply me with water ; to drink, cook, bathe, cultivate, create and live, it also came along with floods, storms and destroyed my home which lay on land that had issues. My name is Issues and I wish to address some issues. I dreamt of an egg shaped like a pyramid, colored like the seas, brighter than the angels, fierce than the devil's angels ready to hold you in their kingdom. The egg broke and out came blood followed by an army of worms dressed like men from Babylon. I have issues with Gomorrah, the land of salt and pillars, the land of pubs, clubs, stars and high-waist-ways. I am Issues, son to No-issues son of Issues. My issues shake the wise’ superstitious issues about my intelligence . I breathe, live, eat. sleep, clean on issues. I create on issues, they procreate on my issues. I am issues, who sued the sun for rising late when I needed it not to. I, Issues, son to No-issues son of Issues, sued the river for running dry last season, making me run late of making plastic bottles. I had issues with my mother for giving birth to me on a rainy day, why could she not wait till the end of the rainy season! My issues with her are not existent since it’s dry on my birth date. I live with issues and now my daughter will be called No-issues, who I’ll marry off at her prime to give me a grand son I’ll call Issues. I am Issues the Issue.