APES
Ashok Niyogi
They will park the car in the visitors’ slot
And move it around every third day,
But they take away
The garbage only once a week,
I must write to Shwartzneggar about it.
The fire alarms ring
With Indian cooking,
And you must not laugh out loud
For sheer
Fear
Because you just paid
Half a million to buy a house.
This inverted logic bemuses me
Perhaps it is civilization
And we are apes
Who rent their breasts in agony
Even though
In a foreign land
We emote in drapes.
At the end of it all
If I have got the Austrian right
Accent and all,
I win a prize
In ‘Homeland Security’
I rise.
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