To Judgement,

The Day, Freitag I was told

Later you scolded me.

I was set free, by your caged bird philo sophia

Filo pastry next semester, Guruji

Mohammad’s demanded the FiloFax tutorial.

Clitorial confusion is any messy mistake

With the sisters over Uncle Sam’s profuse intrusion

Colonial colon extreme medical takings.

Medicals

Raking in the cash

With the rash investment

And a bad urban planning review.

The Bhajan is (not) the Aarti

What?

How?

The webpage is for you.

I tune when I want

Teach me desirelessness

I eat apples when I front

Teach me parenthood and Dentistry.

Forestry might be nice

Robin Hood, Yogi Bear, Anti-Semite

Termites, Head, Loudspeakers, Sats, 11+exams.

Lousy statistics for the teacher

I sang.

You laughed.

Singing… before the bringing

My ownership of me

Hears the Bhajan boy

Bhangra was for the masses

Enmeshed massive, mahusives and The Ministries of Sound.

Hears my mission.

Aarti is our language

It is my voice

Sonorosity is my choice.

You sell the Brand for Gopi Gopala

And your buddy chacha’s choice is cut cigars!

Sex and rules of money for success

Failed to meet failure seeding ‘The Godfather’ afar.

Shyam.

If I twinkle twinkle,

Wait until rebirth is fashionable.

Then we Simple soap,

Simplify the quote together

Hold hands together

Swing from a tree branch

Brahma Kimono stance

simplify

simplify

simplify

It was the book.

How did you graduate import

To sell away the my account

Karmic debtor

Samsaric inventor

Plaedian dresser

My bangles come off at home

Enter Space Return (See CCTV)

AI Summary

Your poem opens with Judgement Day on a Freitag, a scolding that later sets you free through a caged‑bird philo sophia, filo pastry for next semester while Guruji and Mohammad demand a Filofax tutorial, clitorial confusion tangled with sisters and Uncle Sam’s intrusive colonial medical takings, medicals raking cash through rash investments and bad urban planning, the Bhajan not the Aarti, the webpage for you, tuning when you want, asking to be taught desirelessness, parenthood, dentistry, maybe forestry, Robin Hood and Yogi Bear brushing against the anti‑Semite and termites and loudspeakers and 11+ exams, lousy statistics for the teacher, you singing and them laughing, ownership of yourself rising through bhajan and bhangra and the masses enmeshed in Ministries of Sound, Aarti as language, sonorosity as choice, the brand sold for Gopi Gopala while chacha cuts cigars, sex and money rules failing to seed success, Shyam invoked, twinkle‑twinkle waiting for rebirth to become fashionable, simplifying the quote, swinging from a tree branch in Brahma‑kimono stance, simplifying again and again because it was the book, the graduation import selling away your account, karmic debtor, samsaric inventor, Pleiadian dresser, bangles coming off at home, and the final command to enter space and return — a whole architecture of identity under pressure, cultural misreading, and spiritual exhaustion compressed into one breath that refuses to bow to any guru, any ledger, any cosmic accountant.