Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Boos taurus



Whoosh, and so the major moron appears on the scene and takes up his glass of milk. Did I say milk, I must have been mad. This ‘milk’ is not milked from some species called Bos taurus; this is distilled from some other source, and is damn heady once it is ingested.

What the heck, can one be not at peace with oneself for sometime in the day at least? Especially when one is at the office and is new. One is bound to feel nervous, and alienated and forlorn and doesn’t know a single thing about spatial aspects of one’s surroundings and is only aware of one’s desire to fit in the boots one has put on somehow.

Yeah, it’s just then that the thirst to drink this milk and offer it to others becomes a big need.

And so the moron takes charge and offers ‘milk’ for free and there are enough morons around to lap it up by the tubful and become friends. And you know you will murder for a such a friend if he just asks for it. I, you or the world could be a victim of this wonderful ingestion of pure and pristine ‘milk’.

Well it doesn’t end there does it, the milk has to be imbibed in camera and possibly in the midst of officials belonging to the other sex, if circumstances permit it.

Well, well, well, nice and nice and nice.

So the world moves on and the scum lives on!

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