Reprise

This poem is intended to be a sarcastic yet deadly serious take on trans-generational politics in Pakistan.

Hello everyone,
My name is Mr. Big Plans
I know what Iʼm talking about,
I get Hulu where Iʼm at

For your third-world critters,
Itʼd take months by buoy-express
Oh and the earthʼs not really flat you see,
Best retool those stone tablets

I couldʼve been like you, floundering,
But I had a better dad
He knew how to reorganize your finances,
Was always good at sleight of hand

I am loathe to vote,
Democracy is a crucible for the clueless
But hell we canʼt let you find that out,
And risk losing the family meal-ticket !

Donʼt worry Iʼm good with promises too,
Got to uphold the family tradition
Sure the old ones are pushing daisies
But mineʼll be fresh from the oven

Welcome back to the show folks,
We apologize for the pear-shaped intermission
Iʼll be your usher this evening,
Your pied-piper towards perdition.

This is a guest post by Mubashir Noor, he is an audio engineer and also a song writer from Islamabad.

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