Arbi, 8 january 2013
Once upon a desolate and dreary time
That looked very much like wartime,
Too cold and merciless was the clime
I was then at my very best prime.
But, in my pocket were a lonely and lousy dime,
Fully covered with gruesome grime
And next to it, lay the skin of a rotten lime.
Needless to say, it was away past its prime.
So hungry I was and so near was lunchtime.
And so hungry I was, anyone could hear my guts chime
But nothing awaited my enraged enzyme’!
For, what on earth could I buy with a lousy dime?
Nothing... Not even the ruins of an ancient pizza full of slime.
Honestly, I began to see myself in endless scenes of justified crime!
‘Cause I just couldn’t stand living on your slime.
Neither did I want to be seen like a mere slime
Especially during the so-called bounteous Christmas time!
I’m so sorry if your Christmas I did spoil with my rhyme.
But, what would you expect from a slime, like me, under the icy rime?
Anyway, Merry Christmas to you all, friends and foes and even slime’
Arbi, 2 january 2013
2012 was believed to be the final year
But the end is sure unknown and far from near
Methinks too shortsighted was that Mayan seer
Or probably drank too much kefir;-)
Anyway, you and I have gone nowhere yet, but are still here
So, please lend me your ear and bear with me and hear
Every beginning and end of year,
I put all my foibles and follies on a bier;
And solemnly wish to leave them behind and arrear..
To bury them so deep and far away from here.
Oft from the fridge, I get an ice cold yet sweating beer.
Also on the bier, I put matches and a lot of ambeer.
And with every puff I wish my sorrows would disappear.
Puff after puff, but nothing seems to disappear.
So, I immediately crack open another sweating beer
Hoping, this time, all my confusions would become clear.
And glass after glass, I begin to be of good cheer.
And at times, I treat myself like a vizier or even a true emir
For whom loudly are played many a tightly strung “Bendir”.
And as time passes, my eyes begin to blear.
But I continue making wishes for everyone dear
Wherever they are: here, there, so far or so near.
My wishes I hope will dry many a needless tear
My wishes I hope will end many a lingering fear
My wishes I hope will be heard and answered by the Great Puppeteer.
And this time quite soberly, I promise myself, for good, to veer
Off to new and untrodden paths with no more fear.
I know some of you may start at my wishes to fleer
And some others would think this is only the fruit of beer.
Or probably, the man has smoked too much ambeer!
And before I wish everyone of you a Happy New Year
Do pray with me, faithless, Jews, Christians, Moslems and everyone dear
That all our dreams and wishes materialize next year.
Arbi, 6 october 2012
America is no more that gorgeous lady
After whom everyone used to go crazy
I hear poor America is getting sick and achy
And of this truth we are no more cagey
Isn’t the once-strong dollar getting shaky?
And no one knows into which pit dives thy economy
America, my once-hottest baby,
The world is most beautiful in its diversity
But why compete for more and more hegemony?
America, put on your eyes and look at your streets’ hungry,
Alkies, beggars, homeless… and helpless junkie’!
Don’t you think them and the world need a bit of your mercy?
Isn’t it high time you called home the boys of your Navy?
Or are you happy the way they got the world messy?
America, my once-hottest baby,
You know how much I care and love thee
But I want you to grow up and be a woman that brings glee
Into our heavy hearts and heartily fights the ghost of poverty
America, will you be able to cleanse of hunger our beloved country?
Dear America, mature and make thy people happy!
Arbi, 26 march 2012
Gather around and hearken, you ladies and gentlemen
I have tidings for every woman and every man
I, the chosen and distinguished Mr. Bulletman,
I decree the birth of the glorious new kingdom of Bullestan
Let me be clear, in my kingdom there will be no room for wise men
Because I, the Bulletman, know they’re worse than bogeymen
So, to protect you, good people, from these evil men,
I will your brains every morning scan
And certainly in the evening thoroughly rescan
Till thine brains turn completely spick-and-span
Then I will tell you how to read and understand the Koran
Because alone, simply none of you can
Trust me my good people. All I want is strengthening your “Iman”
And to do so, I had to travel lands as far as Afghanistan
And learn from the great gurus of Taliban
Who triumphantly demolished the Buddhas of Bamiyan
Well, you and I, we shall follow the path of the great Taliban
We will silence every breath and every voice we don’t agree with in our Klan
That is the way we shall rule and I’m sure we can!
So Glory be to me Bulletman and my kingdom Bullestan;-)
Arbi, 10 february 2012
Hey Mr. Dictator
“Get out, get out” people shout
Gone are the days we were devout
We’ve had enough of your washout
For years, we waited
for a way-out
Day in, day out, we expected a fair share-out
But longer and longer the years turned out
And many poor souls you did take out
And you even thought us unable to sprout
Nay, Mr. “Dick-less traitor”
Your funny rules people are beginning to flout
And of like your scum
We’re decided our country to shake out
Now, we have courage to spit it out
Get out, get out, get out!!
If our shouts haven’t yet reached your hangout
We’re sorry, but you must get the fuck out!
An end will surely have your news blackout
And too soon over will be our blackout
You may be sure we’ll never rise from our burnout
But surer we are to win the bout
Because the fire within you’ll never put out
Till you’re out and completely out!
Hey Mr. Dickless-traitor
Won’t you understand and leave your hangout?
Tell us, how long will you stay in your hideout?
For closer and closer is getting your knockout
And sooner or later you’ll be kicked out of your
hangout
Sooner or later you’ll be no more than a dropout
Taking part in neither our blowout nor cookout
Don’t you see you’re quickly fading out?
Sorry, Mr. “Dickless-traitor”
But your reign has been a fucking sell-out
So “Get out, get out!” the people shout
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