A puja poem of protest

A puja poem of protest

by Tim kavi

shaking my puja

everyday is better than 

shaking my booty

better than shaking at all

what is the price

I say in the marketplace

will someone give me

one goddamned price?

I don't know

I don't think those

sunglasses are really

sun blockers

they won't lead to the walk of fame

while they may hide my eyes

no one remembers my name

anyway

laughing hysterically

laughing all the way to the bologna

across the floor

laugh laugh laugh

you disrespectful jailbred freak

laughlaughlaughlaugh

go ahead

but don't choke on your own

fucking saliva

you Pavlovian dog

barking your HAHAHA

you don't think you are such

you think you are your own master?

well, go get the bone

your master's bone!

rage against wall street

landlords who raise the rent so high

to drive you out

so they can do a few things

and charge more to the next guy!

some idiot relocated

will pay it; so happy to pay it

never knowing he's being played it

right? s'right

so go ahead and laugh

laughlaughlaugh

until you know what's up

then get your life straight

hubris burned wings

always cause the soaring souls

to be brought low

in humble feedings of crow!

jellied and jammed

white shirts by the end of the day

just buy another one

made in a sweatshop in Malaise-a

there is a twinkling

in the eyes of a banker

plotting and planning

while reading financials

isn't it nice and sweet

money makes the world go round

in a happy dine and greet

don't forget to use your credit cards.