Hurt

Shut down all the Tulsi shops

And burn down all face-wash factories

Ban the letters M and J

And make it a crime to be a tease

Let aol go bankrupt

Let hotmail go berzerk

Let fake teeth rot with teeth-rot

Let me only think of work

Pull down the Inns of Court

Build on it a parking lot

Baker Street burn to ashes

Let ECS open not

Let stature be the measure

For people to be gauged with

Let slim asses be treasure

Fat asses never be played with

Let distances ever multiply

Let phone lines cease to be

Let photographs quickly fade away

And tea be only sipped as tea.

Let the barbers cut their fingers

Let beauticians burn their hands

Let the tailors’ shops be sewed shut

And your hometown be swallowed by sand

Let my gloves now come off

Let you become your friend now

Let cancer-sticks take your lungs now

Let you our friendship come to end now

Let you and me be lost to we

Let you not ever see me

Or think of what we could be

Let me never ever see your face

Nuff wallowing

I am out of this place