For some to be

For some to be immortal
Many must die
In warfare, conflict and battle
So leaders live forever in history

For some to be beautiful
Many must be ugly
Subscribing to fashion magazines
That reinforce thin barbie skin

For some to be rich
Many must be poor
They need to meet their payments on time
So the rich can get the tax free dividends

For some to have knowledge
Many must be in ignorance
Of the price they pay for oil, sugar and bananas
It would be unpatriotic to question these illusions loudly

For some to have power
Many must be suppressed
Some crudely
some by sophisticated illusion called spin

For some to be great artists
Many artists should starve
To make it more romantic that
Dead artists increase in value

Casual Sex with Fuck Buddies

On a Saturday afternoon, with me and my fellow engineers
decided to solve the problems of world peace and love and war

Everyone should have casual sex with fuck buddies
or till the time the Congress passes such a law

Please add casual sex with fuck buddies to the end of every sentence
You speak in a cafe or pub especially with people around you

That will quieten ,confuse and distract the angry people all around you.
Pretty Damn Fast. Pretty Damn Quick.

What’s up? Nothing much- just casual sex with fuck buddies
How are you doing ? Ok I guess -with casual sex with fuck buddies
Did you see that movie? No/Yes while having casual sex with fuck buddies
How is the weather? Great- for casual sex with fuck buddies

Hopefully when they hear this aloud
All the wannabe or proud to be fuck buddies
Will take a cue and some shame
Permit a bit more classy romance with fellow humans

Casual sex with fuck buddies
Just a cute name
That you are horny as a goat
With maybe lesser class

Still Mr Nice Guy

I am almost sick of being the nice guy
Lending these shoulders for people to cry
Once again I stand before the mirror to ask why
Is it my destiny or am I too weak to try

Now that you have used me for your eyes to dry
Your mind comforted by yourself telling you lies
Take a moment out and say hello and hi
How do you do, Mr Nice Guy

Still alive today, we could not cause you to die
Still dreaming of the wings that refuse to fly
Still stubbornly sticking to be the nice guy
Still turning your back and leaving without good bye

 

 

The Window in the Cafe

Up by the cafe window
The loveliest nose I have seen for a while
Is distressed by the text message she has just seen
While me, shameless peeping Tom, watches the emotions flit on her face

Cheer up ,Cherie
Boy trouble, Girl Trouble, Money Trouble, or any other trouble
All these troubles fade and pass
To give way to future joys and further troubles

That is the life
As told by an once young but now aging poet
Sitting like a voyeur sampling emotions
In a cafe full of children learning to be adults

If I had a girl like you
With a nose like that
I would write happy poems everyday we were together
And melancholy poems every day we are apart

But I dont have a girl or boy or dog
So I sit alone in a cafe Drinking tea writing crap
Waiting for my luck to turn without
lifting a finger to help it do so

My headphones and my wireless Internet connection
Serve as a handy social camouflage
As the catcher in this cafe of rye
Day dreams his way into another evening of mediocre literary output

While secretly fantasizing on being a knight
In shining armor and shining barbie skin
Battling emotional dragons and taming imaginary maidens
Drinking enough tea to bankrupt Timbuktu

Once more turning to the window of the cafe
And the stranger is now gone
So shall I take your leave to
Go out too.

Tea and Cafes are okay for the day,
But beer and pubs shall rule for the night