Free to be Chaotic

If you could do the things you want to do

And there's no one to question you,

There sure would be no space for you,

To drive your Honda on the rue.

If there is no order and no bell;

There's no one to guide and nobody to tell,

There would be no need for the cell(prison),

But life am sure would turn into hell.

If you could sit on the MP seat

And I could too, when there is no space for feet,

All the world would be politicians biting their teeth

And finally end up eating each others meat.

If this continued, you might end up in the zoo,

And find the monkey out there sneering at you!

Thank God there are rules for you;

Else this poem would not have existed too.

31st July, '08

(Written during CWW '08 at Highfield, Kotagiri)