Fuck you very much

This was a year end piece of poetry I'd written as a tribute to all the people & things that touched my life in 2009. The piece is titled Fuck You Very Much.

You knocked at my door twice this year.
Your tongue is honeyed, yet stings like a spear.
With a fistful of salt, we take each word you’ve spoken.
For all your promises are made to be broken.
You’re a marvel of sorts, O politician dear.
Fuck you very much.

I grew up watching you with involved and awestruck eyes.
I learnt a lot from you, virtue & vice.
But the relationship veered off the map.
As all you dish out these days is inane crap.
Pity, O idiot box, only in your old form were you nice.
Fuck you very much.

And then there’s this demon called corporate slavery.
I engaged with it all along mistaking it for bravery.
It forced me to compromise my values.
Good I realized in time I’d paid more than my dues.
And welcomed an uncertain freedom in lieu if a unsatisfactory salary.
Fuck you very much.

How can I leave out the dogma of society?
The repression of masses in the name of piety.
They say there’s only one right way.
And the thousands preaching them are always at bay.
Shunning any semblance of sobriety.
Fuck you very much.

Last but not the least, is you, the common man.
You keep absorbing this shit like nobody else can.
You’re in love with status quo.
Positive initiatives are always met with your NO NO.
You disgust me no end with your “Chalta Hai” deadpan.
Fuck you very much.