Pajeet

I've been waiting and waiting but time always stops! Why doth thou mess with thy clocks? We've been, WAITING! For a time to just talk, but these moments and hours pass us like birds in a flock. Hold! Tell them to hold the train for me. I must enter for passage and enjoy scenery but theres reason theres reason for a brand new enemy. Indians and trains! They do not mix. They shit on the floors and eventually, it sticks. You tread through some mud as it clings to your boots but its fecal matter of a thousand pajoots! Why oh why have you let grandmother board, she's allergic to shit and will be sent to the lord, its this REASON! This treasonous act of a thousand pajeets who are brown and not black. While criminals rave and africans thrive there's indian commuters whos toilets have died, why is there poopy on this here train floor? Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why please one more. We're pooping in closets with porcelain bowls while theyre squatting on top of their own worn clothes, they squeeze out some nuggets of yesterdays curry while passengers leave in a swiftmended hurry. Please make them, STOP? Please give them plumbing with toilets on top, I'm stick of this shit, let me off at next stop. WHY do they do this? Why must they sin? It smells like farts in here, where to begin? I'm getting a fever from the matter of fecal, have they no decency?? whats wrong with these people? Poop. poop! Pooping all day. They poop and they poop and what do they say? "Thank you sar, please do not redeem" as passengers watch, holding back screams They shit on the floor! They shit on the walls They shit with a hand, tucking their balls They shit on the roof, They shit on the grass They without paper, leaving shit on their ass. Why oh why does the brown man squat When theres a hundred different options that this man has got He shits in a river, he shits on the beach, he shits where he likes, to his own and to his each.