Salaried young bloke, High on
Confidence and hormones.
Married her briefly, and
You impregnated her readily.
The night of the early nineties,
Drunk cycling in cantonment,
Your pregnant lady on pillion-
You skid and fall, nothing serious,
But your Son has a misshaped,
Wobbly head later on.
To hide his geoid full of
Mountains and valleys-
Adamant to trim the foliage,
Maintains a profuse hairstyle
To preserve himself of shame.
You keep respawning in your
Deathbed after every major incident,
Lord Yama asks what's the secret,
You look at your son's head and
The hustler Lord, to meet his
Monthly targets.
He has been training himself
To be a barber first, while you lie
Farting again on a hospital bed.
Lord Yama asks what's the secret,
You look at your son's head and
The hustler Lord, to meet his
Monthly targets.
He has been training himself
To be a barber first, while you lie
Farting again on a hospital bed.