To Shanks, Whom The World Knows As Shiva - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Shanks you and I go a long way,
We drink from the same bottle,
You hold, I swallow, allow my blood to wallow.
I call you a hypocrite, you call me a kid,
We both laugh, smoke a Cuban cigar,
I drive off in my Ford, you disappear on your Ox.
But bus's friendship apart, brothers are meant to last,
When I meet you nude, with just my boxing gloves fit and fast,
I will fight you till my last.
I am you shanks, an honest man,
I loved with Honesty, and drowned in your stupid rant,
You have a billion women to cater to your moods and whims,
I just wanted one to rest my soul in.
This joke is not what I am going to swallow,
Mike Tyson is waiting to knock your senses hollow.
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