I brush with a twig
A stem from neem
I'm a brahmin vegan
I'm totally green
The goddess, river ganga
I worship her everyday
I also defecate in the puddle
That joins her right away
I get the irony
I'm bathing in shit
When I'm drinking this water
It's got the poop in it
But I live with contradictions
My conscience insecurely lit
The only luxury is the fiction
I've got to have faith in it
It's this pervasive ignorance
That keeps me alive
Books are dense and heavy
Minimum rupees five
This river will be a trickle
After the glaciers melt this year
I guess they'll say ganga died
You can't shit here
It's a calamity waiting
I'm not sure we can avert
Cripples the bowel movements
I can only fart
But I'm worried
It won't be just me
Billions will drink piss
What a crisis it'll be
Starvation will be mandatory
Famine not very rare
Gods will move overseas
They don't really care
As the water dries up
There'll be no food
The economy will be fucked
Just very bad mood
The trickle will show the feces
There'll be rotting bodies now
It'll smell like fart everywhere then
Will eat the holy cow
I don't know, why I get these thoughts
When I'm brushing every morn
Surely it's just trivial worries
Or I've got intestinal worms
