Oh God!

They told me of Christianity and the Psalms

I could barely conceal my grin

I wanted to drink Zizek and Eisenhower

In a Red stained bottle of Gin

I took Manu with a pinch of salt

Smiled mischievously at 'His' green name on Asphalt

I laughed at Marx, at corporation

At preaching headbangers of desolation

I could not help rolling with laughter

When they talked of wrong, of revolution.

Then I paused, corrected myself to – rotflmao

And fell down again, laughing uncontrollably

But suddenly, a gun pointed at my head

What a joke, I thought, to die

These people worry too much, without knowing why

And so, adieu. Goodbye, blue sky.