Far from
the madding crowd
Is such a notorious
notion
I think
that man with that coolass name
Thomas
Hardy, as if he’s some boxer
Who’d bite
off Tyson’s left ear
Like it
was a slice of half-cooked Roti
That they
serve in our messy mess
Every
morning, every night
Except for
Saturday afternoons
When they
make Khichri
Was drunk
on rotten rum
When he
wrote the fucking phrase.
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