TWO PLEADS ON A STREET

Two pleads on a street

"Honk, honk, honk….
The light is so stubborn?
Go on, change!
It wont listen to my pleads.”

The driver is an errant one.
Reckless, Rash and Rascal
Spits out a concoction of beetle leaf, nut and rind
Falls on the eaten toes of a child.

The child comes over
Not to the driver but to me
Taps my knee and pleads
With eaten fingers of his palm

“Sir, sir, sir....
The man is so stubborn?
Go on, change!
It wont listen to my pleads.”

Don’t kiss, don’t touch!!!!!

Don’t kiss, don’t touch!!!!!

A pretty girl gets kissed on stage
by a handsome boy,
wasted and restless souls say they want it too.
Effortlessly create a ruckus
No action for them means
No action for you.

Couples cuddling and poking
is morally degrading for them.
It mocks their menopause, I think.
If making love was against
our highly disillusioned principles
how does our head count
never cease growing?

Repressed sexuality and hypocrisy
is hankered on by too many.
Body love is no love?
How retarded is this society?
They wave an orange flag
and apply Vermillion on their foreheads
and call themselves moral bodyguards
Were they never touched?
Were they never loved?
I think I answered
my own question.

Dignified Salesman

Eaten through and through!!!!!!!!!

Wohoo!!! I just hoodwinked
Another person
I am actually getting better at this.
Just add it to the list of sins, I say
It's growing at some pace,
the scroll pf paper is getting
bloodier by the passing thought.
I advertise,
I make people buy what they dont really need.
Not so guilty conscious me
Never quite remember having a
Conscience to date.
Why flinch then
everytime I sell a commodity?
and fatten my back-pocket.
Every product sold, is another
scar across my face
there is no space left anymore.
My peers are shit impressed
they pat, they clap
they envy too.
I retort, "I envy you bro"
Every word of mine
lacks me.
I am now a part of this
commercial, hedonistic wave.
Swathing through scores of
blind and breathing bodies
My colleagues tell me
“Gulp beer, don’t care”
I don’t, never did
My colleagues tell me
“Take a fag, fuck it”
I don’t, never will.
Desperation, I guess, had
to mate me some day.
Look at me,
all of a sudden I have
a career to pamper.
Everything I detested,
that’s what exactly
I am now.
Please someone stab
me hard-
Straight across my heart.
I don’t have the guts
to do it myself.