of telling about your world

who am i
i’m the shadow of a non-existing man
my mind is marked on water
but even so it’s clear and so i can tell

tell your music
the hindustani is too round for your slant eyes
the western is too much in your primitive homeland
the world will not end if you have your own, play it;
and my ears are bleeding, please understand
your songs make me insomniac

tell your cinema
the groundnut sold by lousy north indians is better
the sunflower seed from thailand is better than the melodrama
in the theatre, sorry, i’d not gone for groundnut and sunflower seed
and my sore eyes can take no more
maybe you should focus on making cinemas for indian awards

tell your family
the rich is as pathetic as the poor
the rich got dung in their heads and they are afraid
the poor got dung in their heads and they are afraid
you should go get some family lessons from your hopeless teachers,
are they busy waiting for their salaries?

tell your friends so phony
join them and watch football together
drink beer and don’t call me
i’m tired of your phony loyalty
i’d suggest in groups should you imitate the monkeys’ lives
and live forever indulging in territorial pissing loyally

tell your society
it reeks of open roadside urinals during summer
garbage dump in winter,
the society of the slaves of the slave
the slaves of the slave live on charity,
please give me a chance to like it

tell your rites and rituals
from birth to death, the fake adoption compels
you have to do, read what is written like a arse-sore stooge
when a baby grows up it is not mandatory
you don’t have to have phony ceremonies
just spending more time with the baby will just do fine

tell your religion
the gods have different looks, and you look like a bastard
the goddesses have bigger boobs than your girls
and some messengers did arrive from further foreign lands too
in the name of father, fuck your beliefs
and if i have to be specific, your god is dead

tell your festivals
those are so fake
those make your phony friends less phonier
but those do not make you and all less annoying
those continue throughout the year
and many years i got relapses throughout the year

tell your government
it has confused the placement of its body parts
it has arses for the faces, up, and real faces as arses, down,
it works like a yes-man
it lives like a yes-man
it only knows how to fuck with the people

tell your leaders
they are hellbent on looting and killing
they are taking sycophancy to a new level
a shadow like me don’t have any regard,
or are you waiting for the chance
to loot and kill, just like them, just when the time is right?

but i do like anything that is not you
and you cannot even complain
i’m just a shadow of an unknown body,
and it’s more so, because these are all true.



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