I’m a Neanderthal man,
And this is my make-believe world,
I color people as well as I can;
My mental state lies unfurled.
I used to glide, but now I hoyte
I watch greenhorns – the imbeciles!
I mince no words, I’m acock!
I have many acolytes.
I’m indestructible; I’ve passed extreme unction;
I’ve laid misery at many a door,
I dismiss people with no compunctions,
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I cook tales; I’m a kook also;
I create hungamas wherever I go.
I command from heights as only I can,
I puff with pride, I’m happy, I am.
I communicate with trademark terseness,
I view my world in its colored profusion;
My style is met by much adverseness,
I’m quite happy with my delusion!
The Neanderthal in me seeks more joy;
I revel in others’ masochism;
All know that I’m not coy,
about my bent for hedonism!
I love watching people fly out of control;
I philosophize on their transparency;
And now the years have taken its toll
on my virile potency.
I rage, I thunder, I claim attention;
I am as right as right should be;
All opposing views to mine need divine intervention,
from who else? Why, from me!
Copyright © SC
22nd March 2008
Mumbai
to some extent we all need to seek divine intervention in some matters...only the extent would vary. Good poem bringing out hiddent human aspects that only an experienced eye can see
vow! really stunning amd wonderfull. words speak for themselves posted10 surya
hey you are a wonderful man and a great poet indeed.....liked the words.... I wish I can be some one indestructible..some one like Logan the Wolverine... cause rite now I m a pathetic Orc in death bed...hats of to this great Iron Man A+++ regards//cheeers shan
This is great wordsmithing yer worship. You have a terse sense of reality, none of that delusional tiptoeing around delicate sensibility. Good write again.
my god man i still cant grasp your depth of the english languege no matter how many of your poems i read theres no repotition and it just jumps out like its a sonet or grand play on life amazingly well done thank you so much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Daft Dodger, , , great title.. ..wojja the dodger said he learnt if all from his wise uncle Rodger but where he could be found there wasn't any sound and when you stopped looking he was everywhere around............bravo....Subroto......