Monday, August 27, 2012

First Poem I Have Ever Written


Three Uncles

I have an uncle
In the south of France
He drinks and he gets high too
He doesn’t eat for days
Then he eats a lot
And smilingly pukes the night away

I have another uncle who lives in Colombo
He’s rich and he’s not a nice guy
He drinks like a fish
He drives like a dick
I think he is out to kill you

One last uncle
He doesn’t drink a drop
But he’s as bad as the rest
He walks around town
With a constipated frown
Smiling at a bitch’s behest.

- Aakash Joshi

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