Monday, October 15, 2012

Shaving The Mystical Indian Armpit

Please note this poem is a satire ..that I have knit

indians
love to scratch
their private parts
dig their nose
eat pan love
to spit but
in train travel
what remains
forever is
the musky
fragrance
of the quintessential
indian armpit
indians love
to pee standing
'against
facebook like
walls indians
show their
attitude through
their naked
posteriors
on the streets
beaches
street corners
publicly
on the soul
of ignominy
they love to shit
but in spite
of all civic
shortcomings
indians uneducated
angootha chap
become millionaires
to wit ..political czars
every bit ...
sucking the blood
of the common man
like bed bugs
they wont die
even with FLIT
or HIT

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