The Mystic Fire-Eater Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

I can not do it; I can do that;
Gibbering whole day long
And day after day neglect
whom who the day-chewer
One day you see in truth occupying the solarium
A gibbon try to snap at you
Oh! Oh! Ho Ho Ho ! How charming horrible!
On his back corpse of the sun
Then you will be in deep trouble
Have to arrange funeral pyre
Suppose you arranged ;
But where to dispose the pille of funeral ash?
What if?
Mind it oblivious
I out-doer
The mystic fire-eater
Licking up the ash on the sun nothing whatever....