For George Bush who says the Indian middle-class looking for “better food” is responsible for the current crisis.
Hush, Bush!You know nothin’
’bout our munchin’
The 350 million bunnies
Who make lotsa money
Are in no mood
For better food
They’re standin’ in line
Pushin’ everyone from behind
To get lickin’
On the Kentucky fucked chicken
Grease drippin' from skin
Juicy flesh within
Stomachs filled with it
It don’t know malnourished shit
Man oh man
You know nothin’
’bout our munchin’
But you made my day
I feel so fey
To be part of a world crisis
For I know zilch about Infosys
Indians are sure causin’ trouble
Bursting the Haiti hate bubble
We’ll kick ass
So pass the gas
Wear your mask
And don’t ask
Why we are doin’ this
Why we can’t give eatin’ a miss
We’re only munchin’
On a global trend
You started it, fiend
You wanted us to forget Chinese
And salivate over Americanese
You want our cheap labour
Now do us a favour
Stop tellin' our kids
To talk like they’ve just opened the lids
Their tongues pop out
Rolling the ‘r’s about
“Hah khee-yen ah heylp you?”
Asks the call centre employee
“You Indian, eh?” spits the caller
“Yeah, yeah,” says the puzzle-solver
“You took mah job, baby
Now go down on me”
She cries in yankee slang
And is treated to a cyber bang
Man oh man
You know nothin’
’bout our munchin’
For like 20 bucks
We get to suck
On Mars bars
McDonald’s burgers
Ah am luvvin’ it
Poorane zamaane ke daam mein
The Hindi ads say
We get a piece of you
At the cost of yore
This is your idea of history
Prodding intestinal mystery
You know nothin’
’bout our munchin’
Our farmers end their lives
They aren’t hiking up the price
They have to compete
With your bleat
But you ain’t no sheep
You have it neat
Most of our people don’t get rice
While you've got her all right
Condi starts the boo-hoo
To make way for you
The bush then looks greener
What a li’l preener
You know nothin’
’bout our munchin’
If I want better food
Ah’ll eat you
You’re a nutritious bum
I know what made ya hum
That stretch of Eye-rack
Meat in a shack
After you’d done
With Afghanistan
Your cannibal appetite
Needs a good fight
Your mouth likes it grilled
Only by the oil rig
Then the baked mud
Makes you feel like a stud
Ride that horse into the sunset
You wanna take a bet
You know nothin’
’bout our munchin’
~FV
“…there are 350 million people in India who are classified as middle class. That's bigger than America. Their middle class is larger than our entire population. And when you start getting wealth, you start demanding better nutrition and better food, and so demand is high, and that causes the price to go up.”
"Actually, the reason why food prices are high now is because, one, energy costs are high, and if you're a farmer, you're going to pass on your cost of energy in the products you sell, otherwise you'd go broke."
"And when you're paying more for your diesel, paying more for your fertiliser because it's got a lot of, you know, natural gas in it, in other words, when your basic costs are going up, so does the cost of food."
3 comments:
FV:
Have you ever heard of Bushisms? Another one in the pile.
you ain't nothin'
but a redneck sucka
a chickenhawk fukka
a racist mutha
all hat and with no cattle
cowboy who can't fiddle
all boots and a big ass buckle
that wouldn't fetch a nickle
but you have them guns
and a wicked mouthed Dickie
who can't even shoot
a poor caged duckie
but if you weren't
sucha bucking fush titty
with yale school dees
you'd be flippin' patties
at the corner Mickey Dees.
PS:
To take Bushisms lightly would be folly...they reveal a twisted mind.
Big MC:
Thanks for sharing; it is rather neat, as they say.
However, I have always detested the buck fush sticker. Just my pov.
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