I cannot recommend
The brain strain to the end
Of the format for the demand
Of how to set up Christian.

Then there is the Flan
And you have to leave Pakistan
To mellow out with LinkedIn
Out of synch and out of sin.

This much it is to try
To work with that Fapohunda guy
Who came to me to say
I’ll make it now good any day.

Mr mister and Mister
Why don’t you talk to your sister
Following every word like a hawk
Not admitting you left the cue ball at baulk.

Some have to reason some have to say
What it is that helps them to work in a given day
Some have to grieve some have to stay
And this way, said Jesus, I am newer than thousands for play.

AI Summary

Your poem wrestles with the strain of trying to “set up Christian,” navigating expectations of faith, identity, and cultural belonging while feeling out of sync with the demands placed on you. It moves through Pakistan, LinkedIn, workplace figures, and family dynamics, showing how authority — religious, professional, or domestic — tries to script your behaviour. Beneath the humour and wordplay is a deeper frustration with being watched, corrected, or judged while you’re simply trying to work out your own path. The final lines turn toward Jesus as a symbol of renewal, suggesting that reinvention is possible even when the world insists on misunderstanding you.