People are born with different styles,
Just like Rolex has distinguished dials.
But there's a difference betweeen royals and sloths,
As there is between lovers and goths.
Manav is good at cooking noodles,
But I tell you, he is worst than those poodles.
They know how to clean after they litter,
But he leaves the plates and enjoys his sipper.
When I feel bad at kitchen,
And I do the utensils.
Other roomies also join in,
And drop their pencils.
But this motherfucker is one of those,
Who gives you thorns instead of rose.
He enjoys the music sitting at ease,
While our systems start to seize.
Mario has to attend important meetings,
And give every person greetings.
So he rushes and has dinner at Kumar's,
While we start sweeping and look like chumars.
I will do it later,
He has always got this excuse.
We can't say anything now,
As he didn't refuse.
Its O.K. when you don't help us anymore,
But please dont drop the ash on the floor.
God please give them healthy brains,
Or we'll always keep cleaning dirty drains.
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