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The Maul: 2
A sip of bitter coffee and
a bite of ebony truffle-
dark chocolate it is,
made from unprocessed cocoa
of South American rain forests.
Evergreen Amazonian may be.
Full of anti-oxidants,
that would see me smiling
at sixty-eight-
with no teeth, of course,
from too much of these-chocolates
and a lifetime of bad oral hygiene.
Low Fluoride in my tooth paste.
But how do I tell them
I am just brand loyal,
a slave of celebrity marketing.
I just use the bright red tooth paste,
endorsed by my wet dream queen.
But now- the contractual deal
of the beefcake(Greek god)
He flashes his smile that could kill.
And I am just...
idolizing my role model.
Of course unlike his
perfect set of gleaming white teeth,
mine are yellow-caffeine
and nicotine-stained.
But I no longer abuse my health.
I
1. walk.
2. laugh.
3. control my breathing.
I wish to live long and see the world.
I sit in malls and order super food.
Low fat, low calorie, no sugar.
Black, bland, bitter but nutritious.
I read success stories of Millionaires
and books telling me ancient secrets.
I follow eight fold paths to success
and emulate highly effective people.
I donate money to the needy
and I think I have done my bit.
Though at times I wonder
if really my contributions have
reached the real destination-
the far end, the low end
and not some third party employee,
who has bought from this mall-
a couple of 'Bad religion' denims;
to feel good about himself.
A sense of recognition and success.
But that's alright- my heart tells me so.
Another gulp of black coffee
and my eyes wander to the LCD monitor
showcasing paid infomercials.
A bunch of peppy, bright clothed people
giggle and angle their faces,
for better close ups.
All living their dreams
of being on closed circuit TV.
I lip sync my words of
encouragement
'Smile, for you are
being broadcasted..'
'Smile, my dear friends
cause you are on Tee-vee!'
Smile your scars of endless joy
and hide your worry and spots
left behind by acute acne vulgaris,
partially removed by
modern laser therapy.
The money for which you got by working
Yes! Selling sex toys to lonely men,
Trans-Atlantic and
a universe away, figuratively
it's a small world really and I know it.
Cause I used to sell those too
And get my shipments of Playboys.
Lonely me, lonely you, lonely us.
Lonely planet this is, this place,
world.
Sigh!
Oh why, thank god!
Playstation and shopping malls
or else We all would be mauled
by this screaming, yawning
isolation.
But we are all safe and good,
really!
I order another coffee by a raised index,
I am a regular here, an acute loner
with gym and Adult friend finder memberships.
I am in my late twenties
and I like to sip coffee and stare
at nothing in particular
on Sunday afternoons
till the sun goes into hiding
and it's another week, a new day
Ctrl and Alt and delete.
Hear the tone.
a bite of ebony truffle-
dark chocolate it is,
made from unprocessed cocoa
of South American rain forests.
Evergreen Amazonian may be.
Full of anti-oxidants,
that would see me smiling
at sixty-eight-
with no teeth, of course,
from too much of these-chocolates
and a lifetime of bad oral hygiene.
Low Fluoride in my tooth paste.
But how do I tell them
I am just brand loyal,
a slave of celebrity marketing.
I just use the bright red tooth paste,
endorsed by my wet dream queen.
But now- the contractual deal
of the beefcake(Greek god)
He flashes his smile that could kill.
And I am just...
idolizing my role model.
Of course unlike his
perfect set of gleaming white teeth,
mine are yellow-caffeine
and nicotine-stained.
But I no longer abuse my health.
I
1. walk.
2. laugh.
3. control my breathing.
I wish to live long and see the world.
I sit in malls and order super food.
Low fat, low calorie, no sugar.
Black, bland, bitter but nutritious.
I read success stories of Millionaires
and books telling me ancient secrets.
I follow eight fold paths to success
and emulate highly effective people.
I donate money to the needy
and I think I have done my bit.
Though at times I wonder
if really my contributions have
reached the real destination-
the far end, the low end
and not some third party employee,
who has bought from this mall-
a couple of 'Bad religion' denims;
to feel good about himself.
A sense of recognition and success.
But that's alright- my heart tells me so.
Another gulp of black coffee
and my eyes wander to the LCD monitor
showcasing paid infomercials.
A bunch of peppy, bright clothed people
giggle and angle their faces,
for better close ups.
All living their dreams
of being on closed circuit TV.
I lip sync my words of
encouragement
'Smile, for you are
being broadcasted..'
'Smile, my dear friends
cause you are on Tee-vee!'
Smile your scars of endless joy
and hide your worry and spots
left behind by acute acne vulgaris,
partially removed by
modern laser therapy.
The money for which you got by working
Yes! Selling sex toys to lonely men,
Trans-Atlantic and
a universe away, figuratively
it's a small world really and I know it.
Cause I used to sell those too
And get my shipments of Playboys.
Lonely me, lonely you, lonely us.
Lonely planet this is, this place,
world.
Sigh!
Oh why, thank god!
Playstation and shopping malls
or else We all would be mauled
by this screaming, yawning
isolation.
But we are all safe and good,
really!
I order another coffee by a raised index,
I am a regular here, an acute loner
with gym and Adult friend finder memberships.
I am in my late twenties
and I like to sip coffee and stare
at nothing in particular
on Sunday afternoons
till the sun goes into hiding
and it's another week, a new day
Ctrl and Alt and delete.
Hear the tone.
Published 29th Nov 2011
| Edited 7th Jan 2012
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29th Nov 2011 10:04pm
on that note, invite grace for coffee and a talk...there are lonely people speaking very loudly all over the world. Good write, pyaara.
29th Nov 2011 10:07pm
Grace
Thank you again.
For the read.
I would rather have
you sit in my small
study and discuss
whatnot over mugs
of coffee.
I have it black,
strong with a hint
of sugar.
:)
Pyaara.
Thank you again.
For the read.
I would rather have
you sit in my small
study and discuss
whatnot over mugs
of coffee.
I have it black,
strong with a hint
of sugar.
:)
Pyaara.
24th Dec 2011 2:18pm
24th Dec 2011 2:50pm
Rakhi
Thanks for stopping by.
Glad you enjoyed it.
Oh yes, black is beautiful.
Curtsy,
S'
Thanks for stopping by.
Glad you enjoyed it.
Oh yes, black is beautiful.
Curtsy,
S'
