I don't know what to do
With the throb of my
Blood or the frustration
Simmering in my gut.
Hardly any work or
Self-worth. Living on
Father's money and
The disappointment
I am to my family-
I don't know how to
Deal with this built
Up insanity- than wear
A stoll and conspicuous
Tilak on my forehead.
A heavy metal gada
On my wrist and
Thick moustache to
Ooze the void of
My soul-
But what to do with
The masculinity I've
Embraced to cope with
The society?
How about I go
Harrassing the lovers
In parks?
Beat up comedians
For making people
Laugh?
What right do they've
To enjoy while I sulk
In my sourness?
How dare they go
Un-auccounted for the
Peaceful life they lead?
They're ruining our
Culture and I've to
Self-appoint myself to
Protect it.
So lemme gather all
The incels in one place.
We can create issues
Where there are none.
We can talk louder to
Let others pretend on
Our behalf.
Most would be married
And busy with families.
Who's gonna mess with
Guys who think with
Their dicks anyway?
We're gonna be ruling
These cowards soon-
Our elevation to divinity
Is just an election away.