We argued about this before,
and the story is thus told;
when a gaggle in hall five
is just unwilling to fold
up.

Talks of topics versatile
amongst peals of joyous mirth;
as young men in the prime of
youth recognise they're worth-
less

as conversationalists when
they seriously want to be,
that the concept of the idle
poor had just passed completely
by me.

We talked about casual sex,
lascivious, in the near Indian
future, and how these changes
in society weren't of sudden
nature.

Of the presence of God supreme;
it was a dicey pulp, because
having your cake and wanting
to bite more than you could
gulp

is just ungentlemanly, I say;
sitting on the fence is just
being indecisive; that's costly
today. But matter's could be worse
than

one thinks, for hypocrisy is
the sister of indecision
and follows him 'ever he goes.
Though it gives for fun
and games,

it never makes for serious stuff.
So my friend, be just and fair,
make up your mind, crystal clear.
If you believe, then have no fear,
for

He provides. Else if you don't,
then denounce it, here, now,
lest you wish to come to the party
with karmic baggage in tow.
Do you?

The final score didn't matter,
actually no one knew, but flying
around and chewing gum was too
much ass-work to do for a thing
inanimate.