Musings of the boy next door

Flood-Proof, Bullet-Proof

If the government doesn’t fix it, we won’t even when we can.
Why should I patch up the road? Why would my neighbors reap where they didn’t sow?
Naaaah fam! I would rather raise the floor of my compound.
Soon, I would buy another SUV which can survive this road.

I pay my taxes by the way.
I have got the right not to care about the next man.
If a pot-hole causes an accident, I try to avoid it the next day.
Why should I fill it up? So, you all can enjoy it?

When I see an accident victim, I watch them die.
But first, I make sure I document it.
I take a quick video and send it to Instablog.
If they post it and give me credit, I can gain more followers.

Trust me, I can beat the traffic lights.
Don’t you know I move with Police escorts?
When we are all stuck in traffic, we will intimidate you peasants with sirens.
I don’t even mind if I cause an accident.

Life’s good at this end.
My neighbor is stuck in the kidnappers’ den?
I have got nothing to worry about.
I will just call the Commissioner to send me more Policemen.

Do you think I ignore the poor?
Naaa! I’m just trying not to get contaminated by your poverty.
Don’t you know poverty is contagious?
Please, don’t stain my white.


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