God was Murdered

Every dog has his day. I’m having mine as we speak. After years of getting dumped unceremoniously, rejected with ridicule, treated like I’m from the lowest of the lowest places: Bihar. And dating-mating obesely fat girls. I’ve become Swiss chocolate. I’ve suddenly become edible . Somehow my fugly looks, being broke, lack of muscles, bad hair & assoholic attitude have become girl-magnet. And I’m talking about California-hot girls. Let’s cut to the chase: I’ve four smokin girlfriends right now. Jealous huh, damn right you should be. I’m stupid but not stupid enough to believe this is forever. Soon these four princesses will realise what a loser their boyfriend is. So I’m gonna make the most of it till it lasts. And ‘get some’. Anyway, after a long hiatus I’m back as proxy host of Koffee with Karan. KJo can’t make it as he’s busy shooting for Anurag Kashyap’s Bombay Velvet. Mr. Kashyap is clearly outta his mind. KJo is the prime antagonist: The Villain. Disaster casti...

God Hey, yes all you girls wearing flashy pearls, Sexy curves, tiny skirts, on fancy drugs And you boys with pricey toys, Sissy voice & fiery loins Making out in Rolls Royce All you nuts get off your butts Put away your weed, listen up you creeps Before you proceed to read Here’s a warning you must pay heed This poem is mean, ain’t no PG-13, This shit’s R18 If you read this & get offended I swear to Jesus that’s what I intended Now the disclaimer is announced Get ready for your god to be denounced This is story is old, offensive & bold To you, your papa should’ve told But he had no balls Well, here it goes Real God Thousands years back you said there ain’t no difference between white and black What crap barked us mortals back, laughed at you, said you were on crack But you wouldn’t shut up & went on preaching equality That’s it, your time was up, we needed superiority We hatched a plan to get rid o...