Art.Suvro.Ghosh

P1876 Fluttering flags

Flag = Patriotism, national pride, true something etcetera.

I think the more we confuse words with inventive expectations unrelated to their original interpretation or intent, the less likely India will make headway as a nation.

While a logo, or a certain geometrical arrangement of shapes and colours, represents a country's uniqueness in the roster of other such combinations on the world stage, these patterns are mere understanding, or placeholders, or shortcuts to convey the impression of something that is much more complex, interesting, and bigger in scope where the representation or proxy is needed.

And even inside the border, feeling one with an assortment of parts of a country, culture, and language that are largely just an accommodation of our imagination, we do indeed look for a crutch.

But after the festive theme has elapsed, these items will end up jamming landfills, sewers, and rivers, not to mention strewn across thoroughfares, where most people will either step on them or find them as just another irritating inconvenience.

At this point, a little thinking, which has become an extremely difficult exercise these days, will reveal that the core component of national unity is to realise that we are a small cog in a big machine. If we do our part right, chances are the whole hulk of metal won't come screaming down. Even highfalutin concepts eventually come down to mundane realizations, which unfortunately aren't all that glamorous and require work and personal sacrifice. But here we can't turn to the leaders for precedent, or at least for honourable ones.

And it is only after we depart from the flimflam that we realise that the ministers are really pulling fluffy wool over our eyes. We should recognise that encouraging a few rituals infested with ulterior motives and tribal fanfare is really just a deceptive diversion. And it doesn't alleviate any of the existential anxieties that come with living in a poor and extremely corrupt country that, thanks to the minister and alliance, is plunging headlong into a one-way abyss.

And this is what should worry us when the flag-fluttering euphoria subsides, and we find ourselves none the better.

It's fascinating how many of the tricks that politicians play are as old as the earliest civilizations. Yet, the sad part of our education system is that it doesn't teach us how to be more rational, or where our blind spots are, our cognitive biases. The majority fall, time and again, for the same lies, pretenses, and superficial amity, where there's nothing but a hollow shell of deception.

We flutter flags but don't think, don't ask the hard questions. This nation could be one of the best countries in the world, but it's not. We are still a poor, underdeveloped, and extremely corrupt country, no matter how high we flutter the flags or its size. The realisations are strange and the contradictions are sad.

Don't forget to fill your head, or you're dead,

For that please eat my shit.

Silly ignominious goats you, now no longer few,

How I rape and gape you ass do think it is true

Pay all your tax on time

Or I whip your ass a shade of blue.

Yes you're right, the emotions of fright,

Are all made just for your slavish lot.

Under my sandals, while away your life,

Then you die on a squalid cot.

I spin the stories the way I see fit,

Ain't no such thing as fair.

I plunder your rights to exist, under your nose,

I snatch it from the air.

No time to chat please carry the scat,

I charge an usual rate.

The turds turned big, I dance a jig,

Take it to seal your fate.

All for general good, my shit's your food,

But never expect you'll use my soap.

The life I lead, eat only gourmet seed,

Some of it still in the shit I hope.

Your kids eat my ticks, get beaten with sticks,

Mine practice how to shit in your mouth.

The country is mine, in pleasure I shine,

While you die in a dirty ditch due South.

Fuck your ass, I repeat for glee,

Fuck your stupid fucking ass.

You live like dirt under me,

Your air is my putrid smelly gas.

My legs are tired and stiff.

If you tell health by smell,

The rot's ready for a sniff.

A heavy foot for example, could easily trample,

Splatter my silly guts for everyone to see.

Either I'm hopelessly behind the times,

Or the times are hopelessly behind me.

My shit's tight, the days full of fright

The turds are somewhere caught.

My farts are rare, or just plain air,

I miss the stench quite a lot.

Once danger my dick, now thin as a wick,

The females are fucking around.

The gods have gas, I see their classic ass,

My eyes can't turn to the ground.

When like this, you get sprayed with piss,

You're really treated like stale shit.

Now negative in the pecking order,

Your flaws focused in the light that's lit.

Or imagine a ball of vomit

Hurled by impetuous hate.

The bolus assisted by gravity,

Surely will suffocate my fate.

Or the spitter spatter of spit,

All at my face they're aimed.

Imagine the degree of disrespect,

For a rotation that was framed.

I wonder about all the assholes

My wet tongue could have licked.

Or the phalluses for which

My own I should have lubricated slick.

What castles will I be crawling then,

Or would they be all made of card?

Ambition can often be a stale delusion,

That like feces has gotten really hard.

I die like shit, this is really it,

Getting up is an impossible goal.

Staring like a fool, all I do is drool,

Just another defeated asshole.

Can only afford to pull them out by hand,

The pain of poverty quite unfair.

Lets see all I need is a thread,

And something heavy to pull it with.

But how will a toothless retard, I think,

Fit a society obsessed with teeth.

But the pain is a sadistic torture,

It ebbs only to come surely back.

A dull pain radiating from the gum,

The gnawing without a slightest slack.

Did the mighty gods not have teeth,

What's the secret behind the non-stop grins.

The shit eating parade of ass lickers have,

No dearth of white teeth and bright skin.

Honesty leads to an empty larder,

You go hungry and then you lose your teeth.

But at least now I say I don't need food,

I've got nothing to chew it with.

Don't know about you,

Holding back has never been a goal.

Glorious amounts of poop it is too,

Some very large turds this year.

The stench worse when divisible by five,

Lots of blame to smear.

This is what I call sustainability,

Eat and shit on the spot.

Just for me this land won't need,

Fertilizer to grow their pot.

Happy are those who empty their bowels,

Stridently sloganeering for the good,

Just imagine the wealth of wisdom,

I've reserved as thinking food.

No hands needed to till,

Just eager retributive leadership assholes.

They're here, there, everywhere,

Hollow, empty, bickering evenly pious souls.

And polysyllabic jargon the sweetest,

The lackluster laity don't have to know.

As dictionaries get heavier,

Progress will be quickly slow.

And to this please add,

Turds from the great overconfident beyond.

Gods of all religions, myths, superstitions,

Dogma sells well in brainwashing ponds.

The weed of lies an easy crop,

The seeds they spread are in the shit.

Once the fictions rivet the feeble fools,

Hypocrisy the best tool in the kit.

Happy they are with the litany of rules,

They learn the lame opinions by rote.

The farts cooked to be sternly sweet,

The intimidation of majority vote.

Billions of credulous fools,

Can be fooled in a million ways.

Corruption is sweet, power sweeter,

The people get to fight silly frays.

Mustn't ever let the truth out,

Always keep the muzzles near.

A fancy rack and chair of torture,

Good spends to monger fear.

Today I stand next to my poop,

I swear on the turd on the top,

This land will be littered really soon,

I foresee infinite flops.

I've had my fill of frothy beer,

Now more of the aches and pains.

My diction is dipped in poop,

I can rarely think a straight thought.

Fuck this and shit that is all I can say,

Sorry, but that's the dregs I've got.

But I am still an innocent boy at heart,

Except the dick doesn't dance anymore.

It's always taking it really easy,

But I save money on whores.

The life experience has been mixed,

But I see my species is fucking it foul.

The planet will live but we sure won't,

It seems suicide the collective goal.

Well anyway, I won't see the end of time,

This life is headed for an uncertain squish.

I really hope I'd have a gentle tug,

And finish off with a happy wish.

P1841 Dynamite in their ass

Dynamite in their ass

Will serve the humans very well.

But first must drink and smoke

To celebrate their passage to hell.

The weed is special

It helps to chill the fuck out.

The whiskey is made from single malt,

As mentioned by the tout.

The humans must go,

The species is a real piece of shit.

Their's is a hubris I want to piss on,

Love to blow their shit to bits.

The animals have all voted,

To rid the planet of this pest's cover.

Will fight together, only in a few days,

Our miseries will be finally over.

A perfunctory farewell from me they get,

A nanometer tip of a tentacle,

The troops are ready to scrape them bare,

The shindig will be mighty swell.

Gods are holy, fuck by golly,

They'll be sad in small mad ways.

The rainbow will have a crisper tone,

Much sunnier the next days.

What will it take to insert my thing,

Inside your you know where?

The gods are holding their anus tight,

Today in heaven is diarrhea day.

As soon as we start humping,

A bouquet of shit they'll duly spray.

The strength of my vocal chords

Reverberate in the asylums of hell,

Where the convicted honest,

Are forced into armpits to smell.

By sweet gods on cheap postcards I cry,

If you must do something it is holy now.

Do accept this earnest mating call,

I'm ready with my auspicious plow.

A seven and two score, many a whore later,

I stand here at your hole to sing.

The doorstep mile is just another door,

I've carefully lubricated my thing.

The clouds are ready to piss rain,

There's smell of vomit in the air.

How the rose dildo looks natural.

Pimples on your asshole a huge scare.

I like the hint of mustache when you smile,

Your odors could depress a cow.

Come my love the grass is rotten gray,

There's no time worse than now.

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