The Pariah Dog
I don’t want to be your pariah dog
Or, for that matter, your sacrificial hog.
Or, for that matter, your sacrificial hog.
All I want from you is some respect
Of a clean grown-up kind and aspect.
Of a clean grown-up kind and aspect.
No, I don’t want your stale bread crumbs
One of the many you cast to your chums.
One of the many you cast to your chums.
No, I can’t go everywhere to please you
Late nights, award nights, party nights, too.
Late nights, award nights, party nights, too.
I want to be a free bird not a pariah
I want you to know that, now, yes suh!
I want you to know that, now, yes suh!
If you don’t want me around just say so
I will only be too glad to disappear, to go.
I will only be too glad to disappear, to go.
I don’t want to be your pariah dog
No, it won’t look good on my daily blog.
No, it won’t look good on my daily blog.
(A song in Soul, Rhythm, and Blues (SR&B) Style)
4 comments:
This is a terrible poem. Yet one can understand and sympathesize with the author.
Indra, what makes you say that?
I don't remember writing that, so I couldn't tell you why. It bears my picture but is odd in that I know how to spell sympathise and I never spell it with a z. I also regard it as bad manners to be negative about someone else's work, so let me apologise.
Someone once said of one of my books "whoever wrote this should have a stone hung round his neck and be drowned in a pond."
Indra, that's okay. You know, we have met at Kitab festival in Bombay, don't know if you recollect. Yes it could have been a virus or something. I am a big fan of your writing and especially liked Animal's People and have given it as a gift to many of my friends on their birthdays.
How are you? What are you working on now, if I am not being inquisitive?
Post a Comment