Bobby O Dear! You are the man, who can
Let’s thank the almighty God, you won’t be born again
“Bobby for President”! Amidst loots, hoots and toots
How you stand at all man, having hacked off your roots?
Bobby guv of Louisiana! What became of “Piyush” of your juvenescence?
A naïve Indian cherub, squandered to a pseudo American existence
Bobby “Indian” American! Don’t affirm that aloud
He disclaimed his desilineage, it doesn’t make him any proud
Bobby now ostensibly American! With American dream at ease
Annihilated every iota of Indianness, you are a self-inflicted tragic racial disease
Bobby aka “Uncle Sam”! State-of-the-art his greetings
“Namaste” is what? He only bows to top dogs, over his asinine bleatings
Alas Bobby hysterical! To wear a white skin
Don’t lament your desigenes, if dare you can, get a new peel, toss old one into the bin
Bobby né Piyush devout! Clasps…
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