Blue Funk Poem by Ayan Roy

Are you are stuck in some blue funk?
Are all relationships and conversations feeling like icky gunk?
Are you getting a sense that your ship has sunk?
Don't worry. Consult a man who thinks like a monk.
And though he may look like a hunk,
he is only concerned about getting rid of your junk.
He will ensure that all that crap in your trunk
is minimized, atomized, pruned; basically, it will be shrunk.
Here's a little profile of this sage who talks like a chipmunk.
He was born into a wealthy family, but became a punk,
after blending with the wrong elements, he emerged a drunk.
The transformation came after he woke up in a hospital bunk,
rescued after falling on an expressway with a thunk.
Luckily, he caused a traffic jam because he stunk like a skunk.
Once he recovered, everyday became an exam which he could never flunk.
Thus, he has become a master who shares his mantra through crunk*.
So, back to your shit. Meet this ‘Baba'**, who will instill in you some spunk.
Take your troubles, roll it into a ball and go for the dunk.
And never again will anyone associate you with the verb slunk.

*A type of hip-hop music characterized by repeatedly shouted catchphrases and elements typical of electronic dance music.
**A holy man