Hello dear earthlings,
This is Arivanandan speaking,
How are you doing?
What are you eating?
Nice weather we’re having.
Retirement plans any?
The cash flow steady?
Enough to get the masks ready?
To host the fake ceremony?
Masked with sorrow hiders,
That could hide air-liners,
Watching the thrones exude fineness,
For the one-day-highness.
Come to watch the strangulation,
The onstage secret altercation?
Or did the food draw you, relation?
Well, stay behind for the felicitations.
The ceremony in fire signifies desecration and hell?
Just put some water and make a gratification of a well,
To mark the beginning of pacification and lull,
Never-mind no-one is watching – it’s ever so dull.
Twenty years of horn blowing – all over,
Two people found a new glower,
Just spent fund beyond their shoulder
can carry – now they’re older.
Not just yet – wait – someone’s here to carry the boulder,
So – for those whom the ceremony was hosted could see a toddler,
No problem if there is no food in the larder,
We both have to just try a little harder.
Tell me oh illustrious ETs,
I’m sure I’m right,
But I don’t fit tight,
I’m looking for light,
But all I see is blight.
I wonder if I’m at the wrong place,
Or maybe it’s just the wrong time,
I’m so done here – I’m wrung out,
Outta juice – adios – ring time-out.