The Well-Rounded Lord

By Sathya Dharini

The burned, worn-out coals best define your cool  

'As silly as a sheep' is an inept term to call you a fool. 

Your cup runneth over in your pride sink. 

You're a pristine moron, better than you think. 

The gaudy chunky cord around your neck is bling 

That brings charm to your brays when you sing. 

Your cumbersome torso befits your potato head 

And a dullard, sluggish femme is a match you can wed. 

Every chance to binge makes you a gelatinous glutton 

And it's a delight to watch you gnaw at a stale mutton. 

A roll'ng figure, you snigger and shimmer barrelling past your clan, 

'Eat, sleep, and repeat' is what you strenuously plan 

I bet your laden Tomb will incessantly weep and grieve, 

Until your ghoulish body rots anon and gains a reprieve.

By Sathya Dharini