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Allen Page Feb 2015
Jinx! You owe me a haggis!
Sheep! Sheep! Sheep boing!
I tried to connect the two.
I am glad that someone loves my discursive stuff.
I feel thrilled that someone validates me.

Tell me why again? Why why why not?
Did you mention socks? Why?
You’re a sock! Your face is a sock!
A pair of socks! I laugh!
You didn’t anticipate that one, did you?

I will nevar stop. Nevar.
Yes. An alternate spelling.
Hehehehehehe.
Be bold.  Be bold like Leeroy Jenkins.
Yas. Chicken music. Yas.

He was brave, he led the charge.
On monkeys and elders, what was our conclusion?
Monkeys are silly, elders are catnip.
I am silly.  This poem is silly.
Hehe. You know what I’m about to say next.

We must keep it a secret.
Sheep! Sheep boing!
Figure out what that pakis-ectomy is.
Yeah? Yeah? Well, you’re a pakis.
I guess that Wyatt Cenac
said it best:
I have to fool you.  I am fooling you.

Aeneas, Cooper, Pedro, and Boo.
They are all amicable with each other.
Pakis derives from an Ancient Greek root meaning "peace".
Dear son I am dying
So you may live!
I couldn't pay for your son's school fees,
The deepawali sweets and crackers
And your wife's saree,
Nor could I buy you the500cc
Enfield Bullet.I had promised.
My revised pension hasn't yet come.
They have told me to wait,
But I know you can't.
Deepawali crackers are costlier this year
With the boycott of Chinese goods
A big price for patriotism.
My friends tell me that if I die
They will turn me
Into a symbol,
Something very big and important.
Somewhere elections are just round the corner,
There will be a statue
And money and job for you.
They say.
I must die for you to live.
I have lived my life.
Sorry son, I had much to say
But they tell me to hurry.
The facilitator has another appointment to keep
If only I could go with a bullet in my heart
And a few pakis at my feet
And not a sip from the hemlock tree!
Do not gamble with the money you get,
This Deepawali, pay Dipu's fees,
Buy a plot of land,
Take mother to Haridwar.
And yes, get the money and the job
Immediately after I die,  least they forget.
They will promise the world.
They will come, don't worry, make them pay,
Insects always do when there is light.

They call me

I must go

You live..
Notes (optional)
A cold winter noon
Perched atop a new ruin,
Toothpick stirring a remix bhajan,
Rocking in a lame chair, there I am.
Taking in the sun,
Thinking of the world, the poor
And sipping on my ***.

‘’Ayele kanda, batata’’
Ah, there goes my line.
Why doesn’t the idiot shut up?
We can’t anymore buy onion and potato.

A lonely koel perches on the antenna
Clears its throat and tries to sing,
Hoot! Out of my sight you noisy thing.
Give me peace and let me think.

One more sip, the line comes again,
The down trodden!
A girl of sixteen was ***** and killed.
Who will punish the bustards? Such a shame.

A mother of two violated,  
Shorn and paraded naked.
Served her right, the five magi hissed
Her threadbare boy shouldn’t a Brahmin have kissed!

The stocks went down; the Taj has gone brown,
Down with the rightists, down with the leftists,
Down with the middle-east, down with the Pakis,
And the Chinese, a foreign hand, don’t you see?

Rocking in the lame chair,
Taking in the sun,
Thinking of the world
And sipping on my ***.
"Ayele Kanda batata"- cry of the hawkers selling onion,potato and other vegetables door to door in Mumbai. They are famous for their piercing high pitched cries.
MdAsadullah Nov 2014
Hand-full of people fighting for Islam.
Our weapons are pen and holy Quran.
Resources are less, but ambitions are high
Allah is with us, so lets not grieve or sigh
We don't like colour of blood, we like colour of ink
With message of love and peace we are here to close all *****
We are here to clear all your doubts and misconceptions
we are the best of Ummah, so we will argue and talk with patience
propaganda against Islam will be buried in cemetery
We are mujahids of twenty first century
Bound by faith pakis, Arabs and Indians
We are soldiers of Allah, we are LMDians
LMD-League of Muslim Debaters
We are the young generation
The change of the world
The better part of Humans
The ones with new ideas and a vision of the future,
Or so you say. You say we are better than you, you say we won't make the same mistakes
But you treat us like children who don't have a clue
You do not teach us to throw litter in the bins
You do not teach us to respect our elders
To respect the younger ones
To respect our friends
Our family
Anyone
We steal, we ****, we litter, we smoke, we pollute, we insult, we waste, we tag the walls, we break the windows, we cheat on our lovers, we bully the weak and the poor
And no one
No one
Says anything
And we don't care
It is not normal
We are supposed to be better than you, we are supposed to outsmart you
But you don't teach us better
You let us make the mistakes again and again and again without telling us how to solve the issues
I have heard dreadful things from young adults my age
"If you don't like the smoke, you can leave or I'll blow it in your face"
"Everyone throws their cigarettes **** on the floor, so I can, too"
"Someone will clean my **** for men they're paid for it"
"They're losers"
"My parents are *****"
"They only give my 600 euros per month to enjoy myself in Paris, it's *******"
"I'm not tipping, those Pakis get enough money as it is" when they earn 10 to 20 Dhs per day
"They don't have a family but at least they don't get yelled at"
"You don't drink? What a loser."
"Come on, come upstairs with me, you'll like it", when I've said no ten times already
"If you don't want to be picked up, don't walk so suggestively"
"Leave your **** here, they will clean it up for you"
DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
I respect people, their jobs, what they do, what they do it for, who they do it for
We are not the ******* kings of the planet.
Just because some people leave their **** does not mean you get to do the same
Just because some people go in the desert or at the beach and leave all their plastic bottles and wraps on the sand does not mean you get to do the same
Just because millions of people throw their cigarettes **** on the floor does not mean you get to do the same
Just because someone decided it was cool to stick your gum under the table or to spit it on the floor does not mean you get to do the same
What the **** is wrong with you people, thinking you own the place?
You're just visitors and your children will get to live in a ****** up world because of you
Not thanks to you!
Move it, do something, and don't give me that fatality **** "we all have to die one day"
Stupid excuse!
You grew up playing in the sand, the green grass, the white snow.
What do you want for your kids?
You want them to play in the sand covered in cig butts and empty broken beer bottles?
You want them to play in the brown, disgusting mud because grass can't grow anymore?
You want them to wonder what snow looks like, and if they will ever get to see it?
You want them to wonder how people used to die of old age instead of cancer?
Did you know every single on of our generation will die of cancer? All of us.
No exceptions.
Why?
Because of us.
We are the cause of our own deaths.
We already killed ourselves and we continue to go on the wrong direction
We have decided of our fates
And we think we get to choose our children's fate.
I say we don't.
We ******* ourselves into thinking nothing can be done now.
Wrong.
We can.
We just choose not to.
You choose not to.
You chose to be part of the bad part of the population, the one who decided to settle for less than what we deserve.
I refuse to stoop so low.
I chose to be part of the better part of population.
The one who thinks of a future that can still be improved, even if we won't be there to see it.
Be the change you want to see in the world, and don't settle for anything less than perfection.

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