The stupidity of Mr. Mangam

In those universes where they lived,
where time and space weren’t a thing,
Mr. Mangam was the supreme being,
A God full of awe and power to the lowly mortals.

These mortals never aged, no they didn’t,
because poor Mr. Mangam forgot to create time!
Without time how will they ever live and die?
Oh this is all very bad indeed.

So Mr. Mangam, now erred ofcourse,
believed in spirit and soul and for death he thought,
He thought and thought and did, for ways in which he’d kill,
kill those mortals, because they were called just so.

Funny that but, Mortals do not die now?
Oh Mr. Mangam, you are indeed Mr. Stupidity now.
Comical it may seem, there were dire consequences
Fathers and sons fought, and fought, and fought.

Brothers and sisters forgot that they were, and Mothers,
no longer remembered their own sons,
But wait a minute Mr Mangam said,
how can mortals who don’t die forget the past when there’s no time?

Bugged by his creation, Mr. Mangam did decide,
to beyond he’ll travel and consult the all-knowing,
the all-knowing was the supreme creature,
for it was the one earthlings label as the creator of the cosmos.

Who is he? Where is he? What is he?
These spiraled in Mr. Mangam’s thinking organ.
But unfortunately for him, he didn’t have one.
The illusion of thinking without thinking, is a rare art indeed.

So Mr. Mangam does find out about the all-knowing,
And he travels to Heavens that are beyond the known universe,
where his sources say, lie Mr. Supreme Creator of Cosmos dude,
In a deep meditation, so deep that the mind is one with the body.

But Mr. Mangam had to travel through and through forever
and ever forever, because from where he came, time was, remember?
Space wasn’t a thing too, right? Er, what?
Confusing it may seem, there is stark simplicity about this, hear.

Travel through space, takes time correct?
Travel through time, takes space correct?
But how does Mr. Mangam travel to the heavens?
Truth isn’t the truth anymore, not that it is now, but is it?

Aha, and Aha! Said Mr. Mangam,
“You mortal who doesn’t die, will never know this trickery of space-time.
Because when I created these universes without space-time, I didn’t really.”

Did Mr. Mangam really create such a universe?
Did he really come to meet whom we call God to correct his errors?
We will never know for sure, will we?

The Magnificent Fairy tale of the Oriental Roach.

Stinky and sore in the eye
the rat walked past the sewage of sin
it was his world, his empire
nobody would dare take it from him
not even the wily cockroach of the east

He had won the fight against him
the ruler of the underworld,
the great king of stink, Lord Lizard
Now they looked at him in awe,
for he was the lord of sin

(Time Rewind by a few whatever..)

The age, eons after a terrible nuclear war
A holocaust too terrible to endure
They had all been gone, forever.
And a new age had begun
The age of Roaches, Lizards and Rats

Higher up in the cycle
lived the lonesome lizards of the far north
most terrific and awe-inspiring!
rats and lizards and roaches of all parts
went and seeked spiritual solace under them.

And down under’ were the skippers of the east
who could run an entire desert without a sweat
Skill and honor balancing tightly on the rope
They were hired by those cunning chinese roaches
to terminate the ever calm lizards of the north

War after war, Only now the rats untouched
they were all too happy
ushering in an underground civilization
in a triumphant era of post-nuclear awesomeness
They were feared for their secrecy and bloody wit

And among these undergroundees, there was,
a paladin of magnificence to be true
His name, Rit the Ratter III, carrying a legacy
on his back, unsubdued by the babbles of roaches
and lizards, and a mundane conjecture of peace

So, the allies of the roaches comes with a plan
and propose to the spiritual lizards of the north
Why quarrel amongst us, for this unfinished land
while those bloody undergroundees endure as ever
and usher in a golden glow sans gold

Now, come to think of it said Lord Lizard
the great king of the North,
these skippers here have a good feet
and the rattlers have promised us help
we can take em down and bask in that glow (sans gold)!

Don’t trust him said the Lord’s Uncle
a great veteran of the war
‘Those cunning roaches won’t stop at nothin’
said he, in his hushy tone as ever,
‘Now now uncle, don’t get carried away’ said Our Lord.

Uncle Lizard had seen the Indians and Chinese talk
he had been there and seen it all
those roaches were the strongest and smartest of all
and a billion of ’em overflowing the gullies and docks
‘we’ll never stand chance against them for sure’

A treaty is a treaty and Lord agreed
so the Roaches of the Orient
with the support of the skippers from down under
and Lord Lizard’s Glorious army
went west to conquer the Magnificent Sewage of the Sin

Now the story of The Sewage,
is a heritage told by every mother to ‘er young one
Its an honor, for those secret Rats
and an honor is never to be questioned
A long long time ago…

There were idiots called humans
and they killed themselves
and with them they took all those trees and land
and agriculture and rivers and blah etc blah
all that remained were the underground Kingdoms

The kingdoms formed a brilliant network
of interconnecting passageways of the west
as they were known by the roaches’
Sewage of Sin, they fondly called it
and how true it was.

The Rats had an army, so strong
that the roaches of the orient
had feared them for long
but sheer cockpower on their side
and with the lizards and skippers too

A chance they had to conquer the glow
The glow that had eluded them for long
Of food, sex and a lifestyle that was wrong
young roaches and lizards signed up for the attack
They planned it great, oh so very true

Now Uncle of the Lord was made the Gambit pawn
He was made to go talk to the Ratter III
and comeout with a treaty that was horribly wrong
The rats had to be the slaves of us
or perish!

Lord Lizard was frontline regiment
he led the horrible huns of the east
and the Wily Roach from India
who was supposedly a wizard
took the east flank of the tunnels

Now, not agreeing to the proposal
Rit the Ratter III, furious,
Summoned his Invincible army of biting basterds
The battle was looking horrible
and a holocaust, the second was looming.

It started, the battleground was bloody
and deaths and sufferings were plenty
Ratter led from front and took down the stink king
Lord Lizard was defeated.
( This brings us to the scene where we started)

He thought he was unconquerable
but he hadn’t known
for he was taken down by the wily roach
in a magnificent display of art
War, Peace, it didn’t matter no more

The Roaches of the orient had won
cunning, oh how cunning they were
and now Lord Lizard was dead too
Skippers and rattlers were loyal to ’em
and Spiritual northies were under their rule

The Rats, the lizards had come under
a Monarchy, An empire built by those roaches
An empire so vast and prosperous
they had little or no hope
It was sheer awesome power.

(Fastforwarding the Clock by a few whatever..)

Many eons had passed
since the humans had perished
and the lizards and rats had come under the
roaches empire, a period of awe
History was in the making.

The headquarters in Eastern Himalayas
They were the rice loving courtiers
the roaches were a fine lot, they were
politics, culture, sport, architecture
an era of monetary ups!

(Fastforward a little more…)

Bang!
Evolution!
Sun Becomes Red giant!
Earth No More!
Darn! BUMMER!