From now on I promise Not to litter Facebook With bad attempts at poetry I am going to try prose Oh shit, you rose To the bait, I mean Please like, be seen.
Sometimes I go away In order to come back Sometimes I return To pick up things that I lack But every-time that I move I should have nothing at all to prove.
How dare you insult The chief of our staff Who of course can at will Huff and puff, and make chaff Look oh so good And so be understood No making fun of king Else we will make you sing The anthem that is national You know we ain't no rational.
Noise is what Indians make Noise is what Indians take To their graves Or funeral pyres Even heaven (or most likely hell) tires Of the fires that we lit While we were at it.
A student just wrote to me That I have been unfair In giving him the grades And he therefore must share It was a mistake to have Me as his teacher You must be right my dear As I also do feature In the people that I dislike I mend the wheels, you ride the bike.
Knowing your neighbour Without knowing him May work at first But would increasingly dim Chances of knowing And you will soon be reaping What you are sowing.