Daipayan Nair writes

Handsome For A Threesome

Good job! The doctor pats world's bum

How was I vomited, dad?

I loved your mom, it was my 'fucking job'

I wanted to get rid of you, of her 

From addresses which I can't reveal 

But dangerous love stopped me 

Said, "Be weird as a fucker and a father"

That, she was killed by her master 

Now she's doing good as a mother

Existence is a son too with a risky fun

Existence is a daughter, getting slaughtered

Humanity, my close ally, an age old shame 

Surviving with fame of its name 

Duality tamed, they are game

'Woman' always sounded 'sexy' 

Mother, daughter, sister, pal, lover -

Emotions in intervals mattered; still do

I've loved beings, things, rings, strings, flings

I have been 'wanting' 

For a thousand years 

The political, social, genital heartthrob

When I want, I accept a gift or I kill

When I love, I don't care what's the bill

Man, a half-lived savage 

Balanced mortality keeping him 

At an average, making him overaged

Uniform sunsets in-between wages and sages

Extra blank page is born

Poets, polite with policies; politicians

Elite, my man with butts and bums

Rich & handsome goes for the threesome

Where the socio-equality of my lingerie 

Strong communism of my bulge 

Both fighting the smelly anus

No job or heartthrob but you lick it 

You just lick it.