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BOLLYWOOD
A midday dog under scores the market stall
Nods to a wolf howling to a Bollywood moon
Artist lies supine lies on canvas in cyan pinks
He has God's brush and paints the day
Leaving the moon to reflect on the sun
Soldier soldier
Wear red so the blood doesn't show
Wear khaki so they cannot find you
And colonel replied
More died in khaki than ever did in red
Pandit Pandit
You can tell a man by the company he keeps
A whore an absent dad and hangs with crooks
And the priest replied
And no doubt you'll crucify him for it
Let sacred cattle pass
The dung is high and rich
Let me stoop beneath this neem
Shade me from these ticks
And if you find a wise man
Let him tell you what he's seen
Nods to a wolf howling to a Bollywood moon
Artist lies supine lies on canvas in cyan pinks
He has God's brush and paints the day
Leaving the moon to reflect on the sun
Soldier soldier
Wear red so the blood doesn't show
Wear khaki so they cannot find you
And colonel replied
More died in khaki than ever did in red
Pandit Pandit
You can tell a man by the company he keeps
A whore an absent dad and hangs with crooks
And the priest replied
And no doubt you'll crucify him for it
Let sacred cattle pass
The dung is high and rich
Let me stoop beneath this neem
Shade me from these ticks
And if you find a wise man
Let him tell you what he's seen
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