Just a Writer

A working-class hero, 

a blue collar soldier,

a vigorous man though 

never larger than life. 

Those are stories from 

the first world where 

a carpenter cooks with 

a Harvard Graduate on 

a reality show, a team 

challenge, an unlikely duo.

But here in the land of 

slush and gutters

where you clean someone’s 

toilet for a salary 

that equals the amount they 

spend each day on 

cigarettes and cola bottles, 

you’re nothing but a 

working-class zero,

a brown uniform wearing 

sewer rat, taking it out 

on your wife after they make 

you use a latrine, 

give you an amebiasis tablet 

because they know 

that you’re the cause, 

for their farting and 

explosive shits. 

Dirty man! Touching 

filth and dipping his hand

in our curries. Yes, 

that’s who you are. 

The arak drinking, 

beedi smoking, 

diseased whore screwing, 

beneath their class 

dirty man with halitosis,

and you can’t do a damn 

thing about it.