fed up being enslaved
to his master mistress
who got on his goat
over the seas he wanted
to float he prayed to god
to make him a boat sails
mast anchor also a new
coat .he wanted to be a
fishing boat catch fish off
the bombay coast to his
friends the toilet bowl
pisspot he wanted to
boast cheers and a toast
freedom he loved the most
this poem dedicated to
alex wasserman to whom
i shall soon be paying host
for company hamlets fathers
ghost ,chicken biryani dal gosht
