My boy doesn't seem
To walk on the ground
These days.
He likes to levitate.
Shit-talking about random
Girls has stopped.
Looks at earrings in
Thrift shops than
Window-shopping
Second-hand bikes.
He doesn't stone the
Mating dogs these days.
Talks about the nostalgia
Of Kishore Kumar songs.
Oils his hair and wears
Better bright shirts and
Wonders why his shit
Stinks after he shits.
My boy has become a
'Bwoy' it seems.
The other day he cleaned
His own puke and swore
Upon his mom to give up
Drinking.
He was a good goddamn
Cement-Wall with shards of
Glass to insulate himself
With feminine curses.
But somehow a witch has
Gotten to him bad, like
Periwinkles leaving cracks.
We're taking counter
Measures though..
Confident, his sailed ship's
Gonna capsize in about
Six months. Or maybe less.
We're getting ready on the
Otherside to relish a
Drunk night full of his rants
About her betrayal.
We know he's gonna sing
English songs after the 4th peg.
His homecoming has to
Happen with an orchestra.
So we're busy tuning our
Instruments now.