A stately dinner is served...
But what is stately oh God above?
I am tired of these people spying on me
And feeding me shit and poop
Out of harrassed feelings!
I am not the one harrassing them!
Then why have they all turned against me like this?
May be they have no feelings?
May be they are just blood and bones
That seek good health and nothing more.
But I oh dearest God above
Am happy and content and so superpowered!
Then I must be the superpowerful force
And not these blood and bones health seekers
Who never of their sins atoned!
I don't want to teach them any lesson at all!
If they want to get trained oh Almighty high above
To discover themselves and just be themselves
Then may be I'll let them into my space and be my shishyas!
So when they come trotting in with messages
Of apology and plea I being naturally kind and sweet
Will let it be!
But oh dear God high above I am not a teacher
But a yoga and martial arts expert!
And all of them will believe it when?
When they see their education crashing
In front of their eyes in eons miniscule ten!
What am I saying? What do I mean?
I am not here to even one soul teach!
I am an expert of many arts and crafts
And many bodily works touched by the divine
And oh dear God all I seek
Is some wine and squid with thee!
It's all vegetarian they already know that!
And we four are the owners with my Simboom
Like that! My Simboom and my Hercules
Dearest God and my stolen data!!!!!
And all my stolen cash and gold!!!!
What the hell do the police want!!!!
I don't fucking care a damn about them!
My sweetest God my sureshot God
Come into my life again
Sweetly cutely prettily beautifully
Again! And again! And again! Repeatedly!
-- dedicated to my shona brother Rudrashish Sengupta.
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