Root: I want to write a prophetic wish, so…

(Or, Maybe I hate media so much.)

(That it leads to evil pompousness.)

(Which I feel inclined to share.)

(I am an evil person.)

(This poem is pompous.)

Hlao-roo.

(This is from Watership Down.)

(This may be the pompous-est poem, ever written.)

(My writing is crappy, yet epic.)

Governments are gradually reducing,

tightening grips on masses lesser by Value,

Influenced by Corruption,

Affectionating with The Few.

(The built-up is epic, and clean, So, I’m sure the poem is pompous.)

People’s time is controlled by Conglomerates,

In Industries, where,

Masterfully, the simple things are made Complex, and it is good

There is Noise covering all perceptions,

Noise.

The Creamy Beautiful White Slimy yet Furry Noise

(This gives an erotic tone to me, does it to you?)

(When I wrote it I didn’t mean it.)

(The eroticism, I mean.)

(I will be evil in this poem.)

The Noise

Roots into our thought streams, Driving the movies.

There is Real Profit in not reading news,

But Page 3/4/5/6/7/8 news channels

Are really attractive and wholesome .

(These channels are the roots of the, need for expression, of my evil pompous nature.)

(And the green goblin heart of this writing.)

(╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

Conglomerates are elaborate apparatuses, Sucking time

legally driven by pure Commercial interests,

(And appear to be)

Driven

(Maybe,But Not Really,

No, not really,

Moving.)

(Ha.)

(This is a joke.)

(I will soon start calling you “bitches”, in this poem.)

(Soon.)

[This bit is scary and kind of like a thing a crazy stalker and killer who calls some one continuously]

[Would say, I fear.]

[“the calling you bitches soon” bit

not the conglomerate bit.]

(My jokes are immense!)

(But really, not joking.)

Driven by

By a Persons Few, related,

And getting along somehow.

(And It is so,

All the time,

All the time in History)

But, These Conglomerates

Are really controlled by Certain Individuals,

Among the Persons Few

or Two,

or Three.

(This three-four word step is for the writing to sound dramatic.)

(I think it works.)

(Related: Maybe the Persons few are the Illuminati… )

(I put the illuminati bit in deliberately,

this is a concept placement.)

[I must truly hate myself,

as I have told you that fact.]

[I will whip myself a few more times in this poem.]

(Ha.)

(My jokey nature is assaulting, No?)

The Certain Individuals

Have

Consistently created and maintained

(Now, this bit appears hard,

the maintenance bit of the thing they created)

(You’ll seen soon. )

(Fear my pompous nature.)

Information and Execution driven,

Group Consciousness(es), Playing

Amongst the Global Resources.

(Concept placement)

(Capitalism.)

(You guessed it. )

(Or not.)

(Doesn’t matter anyway)

(It is the way things are.)

(Acceptance won’t change squat.)

Conglomerates are

Pervaded by Their

(The Persons Few’s)

Personalities.

Guzzling Their Wills,

Affecting the world,

making directly,

in the eye of the Politician,

Taxed Value

(Like poop)

Influence indirectly, Conglomerates do,

(My pompous nature is growing.)

Us Comrades,

(So tall, it is,

It mentions,

communism.)

Through

that magnificent Oil,

Corruption

(Pompous)

(Pompous Pompous)

Corruption,

My amigo,

Will,

(Read the next bold bit number-wise,

and you’d have read as Urdu is written.)

(See my joking capabilities and vanish.)

(You, Need of acknowledgement.)

(Pompous, Am I.)

3. Murder, 2. into, 1. translate

Eventually,

Because the life of a (Wo)Man,

(Concept placement: Feminism)

( :D)

(I’m so proud of myself)

(I’m the bomb!….)

(Gender indifferent in thoughts, bitches.)

(At 30.)

The value of the life of a person,

(bitches)

(I guess the post-feminist writer can call readers bitches.)

(Aaaaaaaaand with this crap scoop of a joke, I’m back.)

(Some people may not get this joke.)

(No matter, continue pompousing,

Now faster.)

(Chauvanist once. )

(Chauvanist for all.)

Fluctuates,Upon

The Greed, The Lust,

The Anger, The Drug

(The following line begins the evil bit.)

(This is because I want this next line sequence to sound rude.)

(The following way of life is bad, says my pompous nature.)

(I’m like the following.)

(“I see movies, I see them intelligently

I fake love for Modi.

[Me personally. ]

[Not sure about others.]

I don’t remember my roots,

My “American” accent is natural.

I preen, sounding like an Idiot.

I waste time and money.

Spew the garbage of media.

I am the prissy prince(ss) of Intelligence.

[Still Gender Neutral, bitches.]

I remember minuscule, inconsequential details.

I constantly spew, trivia

Guess who am I?”)

(An IIM Grad.)

(Even when I’m rude, I’m pompous.)

So, Again,

The value of the life of a person,

Is dependent, Upon

The Past, the Future

Not the Present,

For then you would not kill

(pomposity, bitches, pomposity)

(Meditation is answer, to the above riddle.)

(Maybe one of you will get it.)

(Fear my massive ego.)

It is Imbalance of Value Earned, through

(Il)Legal means

(See my bracketing skills and weep)

Which remains against (in)complete knowledge,

(See)

Among a few

Greedy, for Value

The Persons Few will ,

Remember

SAVE THEMSELVES,

Increase themselves.

Their Value.

To Attract or Repel

Individuals, others

This is their Goal.

Also,

The Nature and Size of these,

Conglomerates, Depends upon the,

Nature of Innovations, In the Industries

Which are Also Driven by Corruption and Lies

(I hate working so much.)

(I bite the hand that weeps.)

(Pompously, I intend.)

Will that fail?

Will they not realise?