Raju, the hollow-cheeked overthinker,
Whose nose had grown into his navel,
Hanged himself in the hostel room

They found a note-
With rejected love as the cause
And then there was another note that read-
'rejected manuscripts'
A third one: 'to join my dead Appa'
Still another, in bold, etched letters:
'The fatal accident', and another-
Wedged in his buttcrack:
'the repressive education system' and 'the procrustean examinations'

Could it be that all of them were true motives or-
Did they represent a steady progress in the search for one?
A case of as many notes for as many selves
Or did he mean it as a puzzle, as his friends conveniently took it for, to weigh the notes and find the best?

I'm the OT God
I'll strike you down with attitude
If you indulge in platitudes
The world is full of phoney dudes

The world ain't cool
You can be a lot more droll
If you obey my rules
My poor old stool

On the rocky Mount
Where the rams are locking horns
You'll come upon me
A tongue of fire

The Giant felt betrayed
He remembered how-
Climbing onto his mighty, cosy lap
The Dwarf would curl up
Like a beefy baby
He'd allow himself to be undressed
The Giant would put him into the tub
Soap him and scrub him
Meanwhile, with gleeful gurgles
And goo goo gaa gaa gaa
The Dwarf would let out **** bubbles
The Giant would dry him and neatly powder
Baby talking all the while

Then, one day,
The Dwarf began to speak like a man
He'd fallen for Orange,
The Unicycle Girl
The Giant saw him mount her
As the caged lion looked on
The balneal visits soon ended

The Giant felt betrayed
(Like a mother at her son's growth, he thought)
He blew his nose into the nose rag

It was the day I hugged myself
I knew it was a long time coming
My body was not all that bad
My tummy felt sort of like a baby's

Running short of cuddles
It's what you turn yourself into-
A Baby Man
You are nobody's man
You are your own man
A Baby Man

It was a mystery and a pity
How, every afternoon, the brightfaced girl
Lost all red juice from her face
The biggest girl in the class
She lay like a big, gasping fish on the bench

Only part of me was inside the class
Part of me, on the yellow beach,
Busied itself with digging the pit
I'd kiss her one last time
That'd seal her sickly sleep forever

If I hadn't been asked to solve the problem
I swear i'd have buried her alive

What do you mean they are also prophets?

Far below, on the beach, were his friends
Half-naked bums
Partying in the sun
There were atheists
There were *** maniacs
The fat old Bumbo was a crazy bartender

I thought I was the only One. The Chosen One
I never knew they came in packs
All of them?
Even Bumbo is a prophet?
You mean to say you make me climb this eyrie-high
To tell I'm just one of them?
I'd rather not be a prophet

Rosemary spotted a big rat in the water
Her Momma wasn't particularly impressed with her finding
Rain drops hung on their waxy, pink skin
In the rain they looked like two rain-hammered flowers

All around them was muck

The boy came sploshing through the floody water
The scrawny thing was shivering and he-
Embraced her Momma
Her Momma let him join her under the umbrella
(And there was on her Momma lips a big Momma smile)
Rosemary was quick-she saw that he'd bent his head
And was burrowing... burrowing between her Momma's legs
He pulled down his shorts; his little bums were saggy
Rosemary hated her Momma for standing dumb and dumbly gasping
She hit the boy on the back of his kitten head
And clawed off a slice of his peachy ***
(Still he clung to her Momma, like a half-shaved dog)
And then she said:
'I know your parents. I'm gonna tell'em'
That drained all glee from his fiendish mien
He stood there for a moment before he pulled his tee over head
And when he was gone, Rosemary let her *** pass down her legs
(As she often did in the rain)