Living alone in my shack,
Dying alone in my age,
Life is such a boring chapter,
Going on endlessly page by page.

The only fun in my life,
Is to admire the visuals of meat,
Besides satisfaction, it gives me control,
Sitting on the window seat.

I can’t smell the roses,
Heat of the fire,
Chill of the snow,
Still I feel I got fulfilment,
‘Cos I guess I run the show.

It is the best form of monopoly,
It is me, who runs everything,
From HR management to energy fuel,
As long as (me- the customer) is satisfied,
Business is running as usual.

Sitting at my home I practice my own religion,
In my own little temple doing my own little thing,
Polishing, massaging, shining and washing,
By these very acts I please my own Shivling.

Practicing highest kind of political system,
Rolled into one is dictatorship and freedom,
Democratically choosing my object of affection,
With full satisfaction when I make it come.

Like other art forms,
It is practiced in loneliness,
And exhibited in public,
Watching the artist at work,
To some can bring immense joy,
To others it just make totally sick.