Satoma Asadgamaya

"Is life worth living? It depends on the liver."
- William James

In a distant land of the free
Where the only liquids were coffee and tea
Lived an intrepid young liver
Who wanted to embark on a philosophical spree.

Life,The Universe and Everything
Was the tune he'd often sing.
It was loud and it was fast
Just like a Ferrari in Nurburing.

Now Socrates and Plato were really cool.
O'er many eyes did they pull a bit of wool.
But there are some allergic to sheep.
There was one yet, they could not fool.

The worthy liver decided to fly
On distillates of barley and rye.
Away from the land of wool and fool
To the highlands of "Let's Get High".

So he topped up on fuel
Only after an epic duel
With the tricks of economics,
Which, to philosophers, can be cruel.

He finally found a way around
To the land where solids were seldom found -
"Let's Get High" of the highlands fame.
And promptly,in their oceans, he drowned.

Now the only way to see beyond cosmic grime,
To unfathom the deeps of space-time
Is to have a stout philosophical liver
That can swim in gin and lime.

That he was both philosophical and stout
Can be vouchsafed without a doubt
Anybody who says otherwise
May be safely branded a bum and a lout.

So he kept going way over the top
Some of his shows had been known to flop
But unlike banking and bartendering
Selfless philosophy never does stop.

One day Everything became so clear
The day the Voice he did hear
As he lay under the magic fan
High on a concoction of whiskey and beer.

Ever since,he's been flooded with pleas
From those struggling under peepal trees.
A short-cut to the nearest pub -
And rum put their troubled livers at ease.

Some sought the truth about metaphysics
Which is often centred around chicks.
To which the stout liver replied :
"Chase skirts and it'll rain blows and kicks."

In "Let's Get High" it rained a lot
Unlike a place called Chennai where it did not.
It was golden and brown and free
Was "Let's Get High" hot or what?!

The philosophical liver was in real bliss.
Behind bars was naughty cirrhosis.
The fan had gone speechless and dumb.
But he didn't care - Enlightenment was his.

Such was the philosophy he had in store
That he stopped searching for more.
Thought of Life,The Universe and Everything for a while
He decided they were a bit of a bore.

All he wanted now was one tiny peep
At what he once used to treasure and keep -
Forgotten in memory and in time.
He saw the wounds - they ran too deep.

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