dark humour
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The Job Interview
I’m sorry, Joink, but I can’t give you this job. You’re too happy to be a clown. Being one isn’t about going to clown school, cheering up a bunch of sick kids in the hospital, blowing balloons or doing cartwheels. It’s so much more than that. There’s a certain depth to this life that only… Continue reading
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Fool
This is the gully where that beady-eyed, fluorescent-shirt-wearing cowboy murdered you, after promising that you’ll inherit his ranch if you helped him get investors for his Ponzi scheme. That guy, with his southern drawl and his dark brown boots, had this nefarious aspect to him you saw through, but still fell victim to — the… Continue reading
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 1.5)
Part 1 I’ve well documented my struggles with faith. I’d prefer not to dwell on it now though and instead give you part 2 of Pinky’s Burger House. Yes, all my posts are back. You can view them leisurely and lament my madness and yada yada. But before we launch into part 2 of Pinky’s… Continue reading
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Dungeon Master
So, to beat the Evil Fairy Queen, you’ll need 53 fortitude, 76 strength, 185 charisma, and 245000 luck. Then you’ll have to roll 21. Any number below it resets the entire game, and any number above it makes you go back to level 2. What? You think I’m being harsh? How are you going to… Continue reading
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A very Freudian poem
My old man’s castrating me today. I know it. I can feel it in my balls. The anxiety like unsettling waves of darkness making me cower and hide. Peekaboo, he says with a lopsided grin, and I want to tell him I don’t see mother that way, despite what the mad theorist says. There’s no… Continue reading
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Blah Blah Blah
My friend took me to meet a pastor who cooks great wild boar, and as the man grilled me on what I did and what I plan to do (the usual Indian ‘uncle’ questions), I wanted to be anywhere but there, but today, I realised that I always want to be anywhere but where I… Continue reading
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Obsession
When I spied on my grandfather watching porn in the basement, his buttocks twisting and turning, his hip rising and falling like an Irish lilt while his hand drifted everywhere — his thighs, his belly, his nipples and his cock, I developed an obsession for obscure poetry. … Continue reading
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Shall I compare you to a winter’s night?
Shall I compare you to a winter’s night? You are so prudish and troublingly cold. Your fiery scorn asphyxiates the light And damn, I can’t take it! I’m getting old! The blazing depths of hell gaze up at me, And my complexion is dulled and dimmed. Please stop! Leave me alone! Just let me… Continue reading
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This is not a poem
The news talks about an Air India passenger who urinated on an elderly woman, and Twitter is on fire, one propagandist who churns out jingoistic movies, replete with majoritarian fanaticism, asks, what if it was a Khan? Wouldn’t the law be different? But this isn’t about him or the woman who had to endure sickening… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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