Haiku from Theatre of the Absurd

Light, Camera, Action!

Part One	Part Two
✂-------------------✁----- I put on my shirts And I put on my pants then I got a pressure ✂-------------------✁----- They come from Bombay There's nothing to do with them, We go to Delhi ✂-------------------✁----- In Delhi we spend Hundred winters and summers When our home's burning ✂-------------------✁----- Go back to the hall Life's created on large screens Reality's a hell. ✂-------------------✁----- As the screen rolls up As men and women appear All the world's a crap ✂-------------------✁----- Heroes and heroines They have redefined largely Our absurdity ✂-------------------✁----- The projector's smeared When the kids watched Peeping Tom; Bared hands, kill the poor ✂-------------------✁----- Directors come here Make movies for funds, friendship And we puke film reels ✂-------------------✁----- We understand well Our thoughts they speak on the screen Subtitles sleep tight	✂-------------------✁----- The show must go on The army and the rebels They rape each other ✂-------------------✁----- The bugs bite my bums This theatre is infested; Blood, bombs and bullets ✂-------------------✁----- As the gods walk down Up the highway; and blockades Molotov cocktails ✂-------------------✁----- Action, the chief barks Howl like a dog to the dogs Big dogs and small dogs ✂-------------------✁----- NTSC, PAL They have name all of them, while We wait for the light ✂-------------------✁----- The hero waits long The producer has taken The heroine for good. ✂-------------------✁----- The frame rates speed up A-kill, a-rape, a-molest Hail democracy! ✂-------------------✁----- All's written on scripts Sisyphus must continue; The boulder of fuck. ✂-------------------✁----- Peace, cameo's role Fighting is the new hero Brain's the sole villain

Part One

Part Two

✂-------------------✁-----
I put on my shirts
And I put on my pants then
I got a pressure

✂-------------------✁-----
They come from Bombay
There's nothing to do with them,
We go to Delhi

✂-------------------✁-----
In Delhi we spend
Hundred winters and summers
When our home's burning

✂-------------------✁-----
Go back to the hall
Life's created on large screens
Reality's a hell.

✂-------------------✁-----
As the screen rolls up
As men and women appear
All the world's a crap

✂-------------------✁-----
Heroes and heroines
They have redefined largely
Our absurdity

✂-------------------✁-----
The projector's smeared
When the kids watched Peeping Tom;
Bared hands, kill the poor

✂-------------------✁-----
Directors come here
Make movies for funds, friendship
And we puke film reels

✂-------------------✁-----
We understand well
Our thoughts they speak on the screen
Subtitles sleep tight

✂-------------------✁-----
The show must go on
The army and the rebels
They rape each other

✂-------------------✁-----
The bugs bite my bums
This theatre is infested;
Blood, bombs and bullets

✂-------------------✁-----
As the gods walk down
Up the highway; and blockades
Molotov cocktails

✂-------------------✁-----
Action, the chief barks
Howl like a dog to the dogs
Big dogs and small dogs

✂-------------------✁-----
NTSC, PAL
They have name all of them, while
We wait for the light

✂-------------------✁-----
The hero waits long
The producer has taken
The heroine for good.

✂-------------------✁-----
The frame rates speed up
A-kill, a-rape, a-molest
Hail democracy!

✂-------------------✁-----
All's written on scripts
Sisyphus must continue;
The boulder of fuck.

✂-------------------✁-----
Peace, cameo's role
Fighting is the new hero
Brain's the sole villain

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