FU**ed UP rhymes!!








It all started with one bold thought from the lucid me


" ANY BASTARD CAN WRITE A BOOK!!"


Now the question is


HOW TO BE THE SMART BASTARD??
Simply because


"A WELL THOUGHT THOUGHT IS NEVER APPRECIATED IF NOT READ BY WELL THOUGHT":D

Either I should be sticking to the general trend...writing about


Controversial item


Or erotica


Or may be a highly personal note

Or perhaps stick to my trend of


Confused out of the world thoughts..

Whatsoever you call it ..am one proud veteran struggler..deep in contemplation...who genuinely envied best seller authors...hoping that one day  the jealously takes me somewhere!:D

Miserable to be the smart bastard..and my futile efforts to make a rhyme



Attempt 1


Rewinding back to the tender teenage...and our first class in science where a bunch of teenagers were  taught about
Adolescence  !!
And my teacher went on elaborating about the changes :p
To make the subject a little...too conservative....the smart teacher skipped the other changes and confined the talk about pimples !


How did it affect the smart bastard ?


Well I was the only one in the class with pimples!!
Few crazy kids in my class even called my name to be the living biological specimen!!
And that's when I wrote my first rhyme



Pimple pimple
Dirty dimple
Its so simple
To harm you humble
Growing bright
On a face so white
So tight
With an appalling height
 Flashing colors
Like rotten flowers
Made the face so tired
Like a dumb coward
Get away
Run away
Or else you will
Have to pay a huge bill!!
:p

Attempt 2


Yet another summer holiday during the smart bastard's school days.


Utterly jobless...I was practically staring at the walls...bingoo and i found it...my second rhyme!!



I SAW A LIZARD SURVIVE
BY GOBBLING A LIVE
I FELT PITY FOR THE CREATURE
WHO WAS LIFTED AWAY BY NATURE
I THOUGHT THE LIZARD WAS CRUEL
WHOSE NATURE WAS DUAL
WHAT IS DEATH AND SURVIVAL
WHICH MADE IT SO VITAL



Attempt 3



Smart bastard can even face emotional trauma...even back in 10 th grade! Where friends are  your world...and you expect a lot from your loving friends:p
And comes my 3rd rhyme


I AM ALONE ALONE ALONE
MY PALS ARE GONE GONE GONE:P



Attempt 4




Smart bastards first try at poetry competition...I hate the act where you are given an hour and one lousy topic to come up with something poetic....but that effort was the most embarrassing thing....it went directly to the hands of my darling English teachers..!


THE CHARACTER OF NATURE IS DUAL
ONE OF WHICH IS CRUEL
THE OTHER IS FUEL :P


No more further efforts after all those fu**ed up rhymes..! It was eventually the time..right from the tender teenage....the time for the lonely smart bastard to accept it..
Probably rhymes are for the sober the true romantic and turbulent poets...I should probably stick to my abstract theories and abstract poetry where I can silently smile;)



Let the fu**ed up rhymes commemorate some fu**ed up memories!!





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