Mr. Cool: Whispers of the Soul in a Poetic Journey

As they say,
He visits alone,
As they say,
He won’t pick up the phone.
As they say,
He showers daily,
As they say,
He worships Laxmi¹.
As they say,
He grabs his car keys,
As they say,
He’s off to the big leagues.

You know his ways—
Late-night bars, a trip to Mars.
You know his ways—
A little sleep,
But the party’s steep.
You know his ways—
Girls around the clock.
You know his ways—
Chillin’ at the friend’s block.

Hey, Mr. Cool,
Don’t you feel like a fool?
There’s a home by the road,
That cares and shares the load,
Feeds the ones in need,
Knows whom to lead.
I’m surprised—he’s feeding you.
Hey, Mr. Cool,
Aren’t you a little thankful, too?

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1. “Money” in Indian languages. ↩︎