.a hysterical grandmother of the indian nation

I have followed a pair of legs,
having brought me to India.
She does not shear her sheep,
and her wisdom is outlandish,
by the bovine on her plate.
You, are a carnivorous vegan.
And a hypocrite at that.

Enter hysteria.
She comes complete with
a package of rolaids and
a mouth housing wasps.
I know she is sullen,
but I am alone and afr-iended.
Ended, was my final thought,
when trips of fancy
and waves of laughter
became our strained duet.

His lips purse;
garnished,
green with envy upon my--
--no, her, posterior.

I am tired of befriending
photography and entomology.
Sociology and criminology.
I am bored of this oligopoly.
And. I give up.

I have awoken,
this is not my bed.