Fascist G n Ds
The pinnacle of vulgarity
And although with little familiarity
My observations lack clarity
Your popularity marks a grave disparity
Against something that is actually worth half an ounce of my time
A fascist beast purporting to be a nice creature
Displaying all those genial features
Plato, Schopenhauer, Kant and Nietzsche
With hatred and fascism all they will teach ya’
Ice cream flavour of the week
Presented in a way that is oh so meek
Cloaking the heinous havoc they wreak
As their lies and forgery begin to leak.
The future looks bleak
(But more so for the Greeks)
As GnDs regales us with this depraved winning streak
Your weekly quizzes that are consistently too hard
To which I tried to answer, ultimately left completely scarred
Absent was my guard
With my afternoon marred
Forcing me to discard my confidence without much regard
“Out, out, brief candle” – quothed the Bard
The inferno of GnDs, that left me charred
GnD’s the archetypal foe
So cute, yet so dangerous, like a pygmy hippo
Your fascist ideology I will burn with my zippo
Don’t eat GnDs, just have a calypo
The Boy that Laughs Loudly on Somerville Quad
The laugh that launched a thousand ships
Away from the quad, cos you were so loud
You were like that horn, that French horn
In the orchestra performance I went to the other day
The one that ruined everything with its bellowing bellow
Violently strangling the delicacy of the chorus
You shackle me with your cackle, a fiercesome rugby tackle
With me wondering whether this vitriol really justifieds such an inno
cent past time
I was there on the quad that day, with your loud laughter causing a delay
To my jurisprudential analysis, and to my dismay
I might as well have been sitting on the dock of the bay,
Wasting time,
No work done at all – it was 10 minutes to 9
Shall I go back to my room for quiet – but the weather is too divine
Out here, clothed in the beautiful sunshine
And what’s mine is mine, and it is for the outdoors I pine
I’m a bitch, I’m a lover, I’m a child, I’m a mother
But cuz you are no chuckle, brother
You are annoying me, go and disturb another
Before I pin you down with a pillow, and smother
Krishan Neelendra has recently been elected as Somerville Poet Laureate
