we owe them nothing
they didn’t invent the alphabets
uphold the national objectives
wipe them out from the face of the planet, cleanse them
off all the known and unknown universes for good measure
here are the four cuts they most deserve
1. cut their food
2. cut their funds
3. cut their recruit
4. cut their intelligence
cut in the name of god
cut in the name of growth
cut in the name of diamond jubilee
cut for the sake of love
cut, it doesn’t cut it
come on, let’s be honest
now that your misappropriation case seems to have tailed off
can you become more transparent than the malt whisky in your glass
look…there are fifty-five million poets earnestly
awaiting your payoff in your country
cut
they attempted to pickaxe her out of the cancer
they said it’d extend her life for one month
she only wanted an assisted suicide
by the time she left
there were two supernovas for her breasts
cut
cut because you are whatever you are
out of the earth you came as sharp as a bamboo shoot
as blunt as a mushroom, or twirled and twisted like a bean sprout,
big-headed but just one among a million equally big heads,
because you happen to be in the season and you also happen to be
a snappy-springy asparagus
cut the crap
mango doesn’t compliment dal when you have diarrhoea
i only let you hold my hand and you wanted to touch my lips
you can’t leapfrog over a chasm
february brings on the sniffles, and june, light drizzles
custor-oil plant is always the king in the jungle of weeds
cut the crack
i tell you what
if you divide 22 by 7
it will never end
ko ko thett
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