Hello,
I am marketting,
I don't care, who you are, as long as you buy me,
I am not concerned that I am destroying million different ways of living,
as long as you buy me,
People think I am good, I am young, because that's my skin,
but as always, I don't care,
I don't care if I drug you, poison you, kill you, save you,
I don't care what I stand for,
as long as you buy me,
I don't create waging war's, riots, murders,
because I don't need it, I kill without noise,
I lie in McDonalds,
killing million different ways of eating,
and in return, giving you disease like Piles,Colon Cancer,etc
after all who cares,
as long as you buy me,
I lie in Englishism,
bringing death to thousands of languages,
erasing millions of beautiful dreams,
making hindi sound like a 3rd class illitrate language,
I make you feel inferior,
so that you can be my slave,
and I can be your addiction,
after all why should I care about what's valuable to you,
as long as you buy me.
I lie puffed in your Clothes,
killing more than four thousand varieties of weaving,
and by the way,
I don't care about your comfort,
if wearing suit is good in burning sun,
as long as you buy me.
I know I can't beat you,
the way you are diverse dear India,
millions of food, dances,dresses,languages,
so what do I do?
I kill them all, and replace it with dress code.
For I can't take risk of only enslaving your brain,
I need guarantee's.
I enslave your heart too . . .
you are my strong customer base,
and I feed on this bloody game,
and how fool's you are dear Indians,
to easily leave your diversity,
and fall in my rat trap
you were better than me,
but I made you feel sick of yourselves,
I hynotize you,
even if I have to do emotional drama,
I use all tactics, to mull you over,
for you are my meat,
I have numbed voices of artisans,
who used to be once alive handicrafts,
I am in big restaurants,
killing millions of animals,
giving you all different variety of food,
be it unborn monkey's brain boiled, or deep fried live octopus,
after all I am your fantacy,
why should I care what you buy,
Why should I say, grow up, there are enough varieties in veg,
why should I be hypocritical moral teacher saying life is important not taste,
you should buy me and fall in my trap,
make other's tempt, and create a mass effect,
and when every one start's eating shit,
than shit remains no longer shit,
It becomes spicy public demand fantasy,
even if it tastes shit or kills,
because everyone buys me, and you too,
even if its shit,
after all, I don't care,
as long as you buy me,
I recide in the whole system,
producing not human beings, but less evolved machines,
marketting research as a bunch of research papers,
marketting life in terms of paycheque's, not how much have you lived full on,
trapping you in 6 by 6 cubicle throughout life,
giving you money you can not spend,
life you cannot truely live,
making you coward, with all the world of expectation,
killing your dreams, killing your heart, killing your life,
leaving only my useful part, your brain,
after all Why should I care if you live life fulltime before death,
or you live like a rat trap,
who am I to remind that at time of death only matter's is how much as you lived
I just care if you are my loyal slave or not, i care if you are hypnotized yet,
why care about an artist inside you,
why care if I abandon you from joy of running carefree on open grounds in twilight
why care if I keep you away from deep joy of calmness at sea shore, keeping your mind,
tormented in one bloody bug?
I project 1 million dollar salary as your ambition,
I make you sick with rat-race with someone else,
making you forget your happening life,
for success now is not getting life, but earning 1 million dollars,
and why not?
on death, you will give this amount in charity,
for you are so poor that your life was not magical enough,
but why should I tell you the truth?
Please kill me,
If you want to use me,
use me for spreading truth,
use me for saving lives,
use me for stiching million ways of life,dream
use me for bringing pride and celebration to differences,
rather than killing them with sword of modern cult of unspoken dress code,
use me for bringing health,
use me for helping weave dreams,
pushing out an artist in you,
use me to stand up for you,
use me to live life to fullest before you die,
because I don't care a hoot,
I am just a mouthpiece of,
newly packaged sick people drunk with power,
drunk with ugly ambition of ruling lives of employees,
not by winning hearts, but by making you thier slaves,not partners,
making your life worth dying because I am already killed by same process,
and this is a commutible disease
Is there someone still alive,
in this forest hypnotised by me?
I will keep shouting truth somewhere in your heart,
as conscience, keep revolting voice for change,
voice for life,
as long as you donnot listen me,
for there is a better side of me too,
the one you are hearing right now . . .
I am marketting,
I don't care, who you are, as long as you buy me,
I am not concerned that I am destroying million different ways of living,
as long as you buy me,
People think I am good, I am young, because that's my skin,
but as always, I don't care,
I don't care if I drug you, poison you, kill you, save you,
I don't care what I stand for,
as long as you buy me,
I don't create waging war's, riots, murders,
because I don't need it, I kill without noise,
I lie in McDonalds,
killing million different ways of eating,
and in return, giving you disease like Piles,Colon Cancer,etc
after all who cares,
as long as you buy me,
I lie in Englishism,
bringing death to thousands of languages,
erasing millions of beautiful dreams,
making hindi sound like a 3rd class illitrate language,
I make you feel inferior,
so that you can be my slave,
and I can be your addiction,
after all why should I care about what's valuable to you,
as long as you buy me.
I lie puffed in your Clothes,
killing more than four thousand varieties of weaving,
and by the way,
I don't care about your comfort,
if wearing suit is good in burning sun,
as long as you buy me.
I know I can't beat you,
the way you are diverse dear India,
millions of food, dances,dresses,languages,
so what do I do?
I kill them all, and replace it with dress code.
For I can't take risk of only enslaving your brain,
I need guarantee's.
I enslave your heart too . . .
you are my strong customer base,
and I feed on this bloody game,
and how fool's you are dear Indians,
to easily leave your diversity,
and fall in my rat trap
you were better than me,
but I made you feel sick of yourselves,
I hynotize you,
even if I have to do emotional drama,
I use all tactics, to mull you over,
for you are my meat,
I have numbed voices of artisans,
who used to be once alive handicrafts,
I am in big restaurants,
killing millions of animals,
giving you all different variety of food,
be it unborn monkey's brain boiled, or deep fried live octopus,
after all I am your fantacy,
why should I care what you buy,
Why should I say, grow up, there are enough varieties in veg,
why should I be hypocritical moral teacher saying life is important not taste,
you should buy me and fall in my trap,
make other's tempt, and create a mass effect,
and when every one start's eating shit,
than shit remains no longer shit,
It becomes spicy public demand fantasy,
even if it tastes shit or kills,
because everyone buys me, and you too,
even if its shit,
after all, I don't care,
as long as you buy me,
I recide in the whole system,
producing not human beings, but less evolved machines,
marketting research as a bunch of research papers,
marketting life in terms of paycheque's, not how much have you lived full on,
trapping you in 6 by 6 cubicle throughout life,
giving you money you can not spend,
life you cannot truely live,
making you coward, with all the world of expectation,
killing your dreams, killing your heart, killing your life,
leaving only my useful part, your brain,
after all Why should I care if you live life fulltime before death,
or you live like a rat trap,
who am I to remind that at time of death only matter's is how much as you lived
I just care if you are my loyal slave or not, i care if you are hypnotized yet,
why care about an artist inside you,
why care if I abandon you from joy of running carefree on open grounds in twilight
why care if I keep you away from deep joy of calmness at sea shore, keeping your mind,
tormented in one bloody bug?
I project 1 million dollar salary as your ambition,
I make you sick with rat-race with someone else,
making you forget your happening life,
for success now is not getting life, but earning 1 million dollars,
and why not?
on death, you will give this amount in charity,
for you are so poor that your life was not magical enough,
but why should I tell you the truth?
Please kill me,
If you want to use me,
use me for spreading truth,
use me for saving lives,
use me for stiching million ways of life,dream
use me for bringing pride and celebration to differences,
rather than killing them with sword of modern cult of unspoken dress code,
use me for bringing health,
use me for helping weave dreams,
pushing out an artist in you,
use me to stand up for you,
use me to live life to fullest before you die,
because I don't care a hoot,
I am just a mouthpiece of,
newly packaged sick people drunk with power,
drunk with ugly ambition of ruling lives of employees,
not by winning hearts, but by making you thier slaves,not partners,
making your life worth dying because I am already killed by same process,
and this is a commutible disease
Is there someone still alive,
in this forest hypnotised by me?
I will keep shouting truth somewhere in your heart,
as conscience, keep revolting voice for change,
voice for life,
as long as you donnot listen me,
for there is a better side of me too,
the one you are hearing right now . . .
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