Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Road Cowboys of Gujarat
I love you my dear, your obsession so queer.
Reading King Lear, only when you have beer.
Driving always on the wrong side,
Your head lights gleaming with solid pride.
Never fear, never a tear, always strutting with sheen,
Like the reigning roadway drag queen.
I know your obsession, I understand your frustration,
You have great assets, and you want to show the drops of perspiration.
What's the fun in showing the hinds?
You can't see the drooling faces of your admirers minds.
Go the wrong way, show the fronts sway, see them pop and spring,
Oh my dear I love your devilish thing.
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