Let Me

I was born in the war

Barb wire cleaves my back

Let me roll it

The cheap booze, the cigarettes

The dirty shoes, the eviction notice

Let me roll it

Let me roll it, let me try

Let me make you  

Let me die

Idiotic poesy, imbecile writers

Can it, schmuck! 

Let me smoke it 

The snobs, the ladies

Their dogs and their art

Let me smoke it

Spit on the bus seat

Spit on my home street

Just let me roll it

One, two, three, one

Back in their war 

Thank you one and thank you all

 - Ritvij. 4/Feb/22. At home, Raebareli.