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Shrivastva MK May 2015
Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha,
Pyar karle tu mujhse jara sa,
etna bhi mat ban anjan tu,
waqt dede apna thora sa,
Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha,
Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha. ...


wothon par meri muskan teri hain,
**** me mere jaan teri hain,
Dil to samjhta hain sirf pyar ki bhasha,
Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha. ..,


Tere bin sari duniya suna sa,
Rahne laga hoon main mra mra sa,
Mud ke dekh lo sanam jara sa,
tu meri aakhiri abhilasha,
tu meri aakhiri abhilasha.. .. ..


Jab se tera main ** gya hoon,
tere khawabo me kho gya hoon,
Kyon khafa ** mujhse bata do zara sa,
tu meri aakhiri abhilasha.. .,


tere dard ko maine apna bna liya,
apni sari khushi tujhpe luta diya,
Kyoki do dilo ka milan hi hota hain
pyar ki paribhasha,
Tu meri aakhiri abhilasha,
tu meri aakhiri abhilasha.. ..
bucky May 2014
your eyes are not oceans
and you are not a natural disaster
you are manmade and you will topple
and i will be the one to topple you
because you are a literal bag of human ****
and if you think that telling me
that i deserve ****
will impress your fellow man friends,
you had better watch the **** out
because i am coming for you with a taser
and a buzzsaw
your mra t-shirts can't help you now,
****
love, a very angry feminist.
Kay P Feb 2014
Flickering
Like lighting
in stereotypical
horror fashion
Like a candle
who’s flame
wavers

Lightning
In the distance
As if the storm
were pausing
pondering
between coming
and moving
on

Wind howls
then quiets
Nature complete
in its utter
indecision
peace
or havoc?

Her lips
have stretched wide
her scream
engulfs the world
though her throat
silences
her voice

Her eyes
skirt
sweeping the ground
the walls
the stomachs and feet
as if afraid
to meet their
opposite

Fine
like china
fragile like plates
my words
stitches
weaving in and around
my lips
unmoving
confining
silent
January 29th, 2014
John F McCullagh Aug 2018
By
MEG ELISON


I am the very model of a modern-age millennial,
I’ve got no cash, no house, no kids, and student debt perennial,
I know the rules of Tinder, and I’m not sold on monogamy
(For what it’s worth I think that stems from troubles ‘tween my mom and me)
I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters on the gender front
Myself, I am nonbinary; your labels I so do not want
Been disillusioned by my expectations with a lot o’ stuff,
The skills with which I am equipped for life are frankly not enough

My job prospects are hobbled by insistence on a living wage
Compete at entry level with some washed-up folks at twice my age
In matters of identity, employment and such petty ills
I am the very model of a modern-age millennial
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On Monday I killed Applebee’s, on Tuesday I axed country clubs
I’ve never bought a diamond and I have no use for cashmere gloves
I quote dank internet memes in lieu of sharing actual thoughts
For earnestness has been passé since sometime in the early aughts
Still advertisers flail and fail to capture all my buying power
(The sum of which amounts to renting GIG cars by the paltry hour)
I’m subject to the bleak nostalgia of Generation Xers
And YouTube sensibilities adored by web-savvy youngsters
So I get to the take the blame for our country’s tanked economy
While fighting for my basic rights and ****** autonomy
In short I’m ****** in matters from the vital to the trivial
I am the very model of a modern-age millennial

In fact, when I know what is meant by "social justice warrior”
When I can tell at sight a fascist MRA conspirator
When such affairs are treated as unsolvable new mysteries,
I shake my head and wonder if the Boomers studied history
When I have learnt what progress has been made and then just flushed away
My generation’s best bet looks like playing Fortnite drunk all day
In short, if you’re angry right now and spewing aged white vitriol
Remember you created me: the modern age millennial

For I’m the generation raised upon the game Monopoly
You’re hoarding all the wealth and jobs and mock me for my poverty
So now I’m skewing socialist with discourse quite ungenial
Please check your local ballots for the modern-age millennial
I am reposting this good song parody by author Meg Elison as I am a fan of Gilbert and Sullivan

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