the truth is i didn't like Fight Club
if you heard me talk about sex the way i do
you'd call me a whore,
the fact is if you saw me starve myself to fit into my skinny jeans
you'd feel pity on me
you'd laugh at my miniature vocabulary
and cringe at my vulgar mouth
i can't help it if i blow kisses like a drag queen
and dream of having sixteen babies
and you by my side
you'd stop believing every word i say if you heard my childhood stories
but baby, believe me when i tell you
these things are only to make you stay
All are not born with same talent wide
So are looked upon badly, get chide
Without any mistake they stride
Trying to overcome aversion and pride.
Such children are made stand at curbside
And never in limelight nor can they decide
Where to win or verve or vigor or hide.
Such a boy is Neelraj, whom I too cried
Bad words and treatment. Later I sighed
In his support who was naughty and vied
For excellence in his behavior to ride
The position he not aspired for in pride.
Hence again I like to say – Never divide
Children in class and creed; nor deride
Them for what they not had spied.
Neelraj’s naughtiness and mischief can be dried
Into obedience, respect and duty; not to snide.
In divine school there is a boy who does blare
The horn of indiscipline all over the school bare
Met me very day when I furiously did glare;
Felt though sad and bad, moved a bit with prayer
I intended to sing for him to change without spare.
Kabir is that boy who was found on hostel stair -
Roaming and singing and running like a hare.
Moved by ‘No one is lift behind’ by me. “Beware!
You have to be careful.” I used to say at square.
Now is the time, when he has changed a lot by flair
Which he had in him – half known to him I swear.
Then was the naughty boy, one of the corsair –
Now is the sincere and calm though not so clever.
Will take his father’s and mother’s good care;
I know that in future he will be a successful bear
Who may forget me but I will never to such mare.
in need of a purge
she cums first
in the whip me
with a with wet noodle
her fruit launcher
like a summer papaya
ooow she swayed
to the whip back crack
her torso bent
dipped in hot pot
and laughing lady sauce
and slippy toy
butt buttered waffles
and gummy worms
lime and cherry dicks
with candy sperms
you can find her
in the bend over den
eating puffer fish
so very Zen
toes gooey wet
spread on a cot
oh so high
suck and squat
tied in a knot
cunt bobba bubble
and chrysanthemum tea
nut scented black beer
and milk pearl pee
its the end of the line
ready to dine
get the gag
flex the spine
face to the ground
feet to the sky
held like a dove
cunts splash cry
(S)weet smile and bright eyes
(W)e said we'll wait but that was a lie
(A)nother night by my side and u crave it
(L)ets get naked i knw u wnt to taste it
(L)ife is short so is my patience
(O)nce i've said it it became my obssesion
(W)ill you be my wife?
(I) love you so much
(T)ime to admit what a mistake that was
Words Of Harfouchism.
There is a monster in my toy box and he’s covered in purple fur.
His eyes are like slot machines and they whizz around and whir.
He makes me say silly things and he plays with our cat.
He hides the TV remote under the bathroom mat.
He comes out every night to read through all my books.
He tears the corners, he writes in them in crayon and just look...
When I try to catch him, he scurries far away.
Mummy and Daddy, I’m not naughty, I just have to say:
“It was the monster in my toy box, he’s naughty all the time.
You just never see him ‘cos he’s so clever with all his crimes!”