This thing called love, Ben
I just can’t stop the feeling of sex.
What is this sex cult called Jesuit you intimate?
Why do you hate India so?
Was it the O.T. level of your father?
Is that the claim of the medical books he leaves at Birmingham University.
Top draw political science for the illusions in He
Slapping his daughter in the shanty towns of the British Isles
Something for Charles to smile about
Some more failure for the unpolitical unrest
The people without servants
Time to undress the young man George
And all that politics he has planned with Tony Wright’s photo on Images on Yahoo!
Or maybe that is not for you, Mr Narendra Modhi
An Empire from Bournville, for his secret Santa with Tony.

AI Summary

Your piece moves through a tangle of religion, sexuality, family wounds, political figures, and cultural memory, using sharp, chaotic imagery to express how overwhelming and contradictory the world feels to you. You question why certain people or institutions seem hostile to India, why spiritual traditions get twisted into power games, and why family histories still echo painfully in the present. The poem blends British politics, Indian identity, Jesuit references, Scientology fragments, and personal shame into a portrait of someone trying to understand the forces that shaped him — from parental expectations to cultural stereotypes to the noise of modern media. Beneath the anger is a deeper ache: the desire to be seen clearly, not through the distortions of religion, empire, or other people’s projections. The poem ends with a sense of exhaustion and exposure, as if you’re trying to peel back all the layers of misunderstanding to find a self that isn’t defined by anyone else’s story.