If music be the food of life, Gobble Up..!!

Music is something, soothing to the ear,

Lying on the bed while having a glass of beer,

When you’re tired and you’ve had a bad day,

Music comes in and sends that feeling away.

Music is what my life is based upon,

Sticks with me when everything else is gone,

Clears my mind and cheers me up,

Like drinking alcohol from a plastic cup.

Songs from the 60’s, perfect to dance,

Disco times, people falling in a trance,

To the kind of music people used to play,

Rock fever is now here to stay.

If music be the food of life, play on,

All through the night till the early morn,

For the people who are drunk and shake their butt,

They wake up in the morning with a virginity cut.

When Good meets Evil

Times have gone when the good stood tall,

There's always Evil that will make you fall,

Truth and lies on the same page,

It all begins with a speck of rage.

Giving in to evil is no more an option,

Read the fine print and not just the caption,

And when you work well you reach your glory,

Or just end up a victim of the Indian crab story.

People raise you up just to bring you down,

Put you on a pedestal and make you wear a crown,

Then snatch it away even before you could blink,

Left speechless I just sit there and think.

I wont give up until good meets evil,

Face to face, like a lion king sequel,

Destroyed completely without leaving a trace,

I walk away gently with a smile on my face.

Parlez vous the French..

People are fit and always in shape,

It’s because they have sex even before they date,

Go at it till 4am but they are not yet done,

They wake up at 6 and then go for a run.

Sports is what drives them, they play everyday,

The men, the ladies and even the gay,

They bathe together, what a disgrace,

Don’t look up u’ll have balls in ur face.

They love their movies, theatres are always full,

Omnia is the place, horse humping a bull,

Thriller or porno every one wants to watch,

Even those niggers, standing and holding their crotch.

The clubs are crazy and open all night,

All the pretty ladies, sexy and tight,

Dancing nuts to butts with people they don’t even know,

Some one else’s wife or a neighbourhood whore.

Having house parties, something very wrong,

Women just come in wearing a thong,

You invite 4 but then there are 20,

Passed out on the floor cause the alcohol was plenty.

Its always cold and the rain doesn't stop,

But there is no bad time for the champagne to pop,

Parties are on and there is no one to blame,

All the fun starts after the drinking game.