THE WORK OF FART IN THE AGE OF MANIACAL REPRODUCTION
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Two minute Maggi,
no food for thought...
One minute Kit-Kat
break, your mind
begins to rot...
Kill the bloody farmers,
Colonel Sanders rules
your plate... Ecstasy's a
smiling pill, no Viagra
no mate...
Advertsing and six pack dreams,
carve an all consuming black hole...
But for all your blues, your
Adidas shoes, there's no
instant noodles for your soul...
Anirban Kapil Baishya(12/8/2009)
1 comment:
As usual, another piece of literary genius from the legendary sika. All should be compiled and published under a collective title of "black book of underground poetry". On a serious note, I suggest you find a publisher and publish your work.
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