married to mother theresa

That was, when i saw her
as she knelt before jesuz,
her saviour.

Nothing pious came up,
rather my organ grew a little out of place.

She stood, walked away,
from the creator to his creations
making materialistic remarks
on mother earths possesions.

Out i stood in a trance
a drive rather, a call for mating
the vassopresin, oxitosin thing...

We walked a parade of 3 rounds
She smirked at every shrub
electrocuting me at every one of those.

In a breeze her bias failed the trees,
her gaze strictly on me.


That was the day when we met.

I soon made it work out,
many a night we worked out,
I felt her hard to make sure,
it was all i needed at bed.

Till date she remembers the day,
the day when we met
the day when her bias failed the trees.

And till date never has she missed
a single ceremon thanking thee
For 'it was he who hooked her with me'

Flow of the followed

I am following the path

soothing my falls
and covering my nose

Through these plains
I used to run
with open arms
chesting the blow
of cool wind

Sleep depriving blood
oozed through my toes

then  wind turns hoe-
masticating my protrusions

Shaping me by raping me
Then soothing me with more chaval

Eons later,walking the path
my open ears can
hear  farts
Couldn't open my nose
olfactics were dead

Years ago my kin
found him
For Years I searched
the him in him
Now I dont look for...

I am following the path