i got a job

alas i got a job
idle me facing a rob
trouble of a mob
is to find a job
many were my prayers
in the age of key players
i was for one that i love
i got one but do i love
complaining about salary
when efforts are in binary
i hope to make an effort
but can i give up comfort
gone are the old days of sleep and sleep
and the sheep is in a weep
the lazy has to say good bye
for once to be worthwhile
some jump for jobs
jobs jump on some
best when jobs jump for one
yes i have a job to be done

on the rise

rise rise and rise.
rice is on the rise.
oil has gone up;
so has tomato ketchup.
a petty bush costs a deal;
but the bush is to deal.
"the third world eat
and so the beat".
quite a reason;
but we, the stepson.
may be we shouldnt eat;
atleast they wont be in the heat.

in the queue

olden days we were too serious
women say we were too furious
men now are patient
men now are persistant
there might have been a rush
there might have been a push
we are good still in the morning
we stood still in the evening
young and the old
rich and the poor
we all wait patiently
in the queue at the liquor store

Happy birthday to me

many many returns of the day
I was born years ago, a may
I ran many a mile
earned much but not a smile
I married and produced
but never loved
I am in a age
where air too is of wage
bonds of families are absent
bonds of pacts are but present
love, and care are extinct
money and power remain distinct
so here I am alone
waiting for my clone.
so happy birthday to me
may the good lord bless me.

mind and body

he was autocratic
and they didnt like it.
he was selfish
and they didnt like it.
he tormented them for pleasure
and they didnt like it.
they conspired
and hired a killer.
he was asleep
and they let the killer in.
he thought never they could
but they did it
he was killed
and so were they.
the doctor's report came
that the man died of infection.