To The Mob

By Dushyanth Goswamy

Say,

Amen;

Or say,

Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.

Whatever;

But get done with it.

And now,

Place that weight between your shoulders.

Well,

Can't pretend when it's on the surface

For god, The God is thinking of V.R.S.

II

Look,

Good or bad; we have leaders

But

I suppose it requires a good administrator.

Anyway,

Have you had your lunch?

Alright;

Then put on those running shoes.

Well,

Won't you rush! You might make a difference.

For god, The God has applied for V.R.S.

III

Witness,

Now red signals will no longer stop you.

Now,

You can buy me a drink at one of his offices;

And wonder;

How good was he? Didn't we pay heavier?

I pity

Who'd you blame for you are on your own

Well,

Don't escape. You, yourself are an address.

For god, The God has accepted V.R.S.

IV

Believe,

Someone will come to wipe your tears.

Surely.

But would you trust the intentions of the fraternity?

Please

Do not long for any resurrection. Please.

Anyway,

Did you read the classified today?

Go by

You can go off to be an exclusive case.

For god, the God is enjoying V.R.S.

By Dushyanth Goswamy