Wine, Dine and Sins
No I don’t dive into conversations and praises of Gods,
gods of food and gods of dessert who seem to be the talk of the town at gatherings now
when the conversation flows from food to tv and tv to food
no i don’t listen to them hip hippaty and the hoop
no i don’t
i don’t engage in drugs of the pop
them ganja, them pills
those boozes and unpaid new scavenging bills
no i don’t succumb to the screens
to the sunset breeze
to the hatred for illiterate and love for laughters
those noises that them make
in bars and clubs and so called choking social events
i like to take them from the back
just whip em hard
whaam fucking bamm
what is the point of crosses and stone curves
when all you crave is
them deciding your brain, your mind and your tann mann dhann
what is this
what is that
them is those
who is us who is that
no i don’t care for cricket matches and football scores
car racing the new fap,
rock hurt me ears
i puke on your rap,
no i don’t believe what is right is what is left
i don’t know how to sing, draw or hope
what is hatred if not the force of the drive
this moon
this sun
all just fucking talk of the town
no i don’t want no prizes and awards
whats the need
when all is burned to ground
and buried like the bones of a goat after the song
no i don’t want no jazz no blues
no books no papers
no manifesto no theories
no men who wander naked in green
or who terrorize with a pinch of red on their neck
and orange in their pants
no I don’t know what to do with the clear skies and birds that sing
hurt my eyes when i see those dogs and cats smile
no i don’t know
cause i have seen
what is left of this world
in stupid movies and books of philosophies
no i don’t want new
give me some poison
mix it with some bitters and a orange peel
i am old fashioned
i am the spit of your sweet paan
smear me with your foot
and eat me alive
i don’t belong here
i am dizzy i am hazed
i am the keechad like just everyone else
where are the bombs that them promised us
that will end us forever and take us to hell
no i don’t want your hope
it derives from fear
i don’t want therapy or logic in any sesne
i don’t need your love or your hand
no don’t look at me
like a pup in the streets
don’t feel bad don’t call me a hater
if you hating this you are a fucking hater
no i don’t need no revolution no drama no protest
i don’t these walls on my head these candles and mirrors
and paintings on wall
them cameras everywhere
them smiles that haunt
give me your ugly, your puke
your unwashed ass
i don’t want no nothing
no i don’t
no i don’t
let me be this insect you hate
this monster you despise
oh buy your fucking killer spray from
the bazaaars of yellow lights and frozen food
kill me, hurt me, love me, shagg me,
fuck me in the face
no i don’t care
no i don’t want
fuck you fuck me
fuck this world and
fuck dinners!
