Saturday Rant

everyone has to drink

the poison he concoctes, and

when the going gets tough

not look for a scapegoat

the deal may be rough

but need to row own boat

and if not willing to laugh

at misfortunes on the road

then it’s time to pick up the stuff

and let the life boat sink

because no one else will drink

the poison on his behalf

Heartache

Came to you seeking solace for my lonely heart
Quenched my thirst drinking from the well of your love
What poison did you make me drink my love
Chronic heartache is the only friend I now have left

Oh genie, where art thou

In a month’s time it’s time for the wedding
No, not mine, my old country I am visiting
But the happy occasion is turning to a bad dream
My better half wants to see me fit and thin
To the store she goes and shirts she brings
That are not for me but for people trim and slim
I can fit into those only in my dream
Every ounce of my body fat is shamed and screams
Oh, how I have dreamt of good food and sweets
Now it will only turn to month long fight to be fit
Madly I hope my bottle of water will turn to a magic drink
One gulp of the magic potion and voila, I shrink
With sinking hurt and a feeling of doom, the slim fit shirts I button
Over the protest of my tortured body and protruding belly button
Dread the day when one extra sweet and my shirt flies open
Oh genie, where art thou when I need the thinning boon
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Pants, that’s for another time
Time to get up from my rear end
And get my drink of water and lime
Lest I am stuck to the chair, unable to bend