a gujju lad living in usa

A gujju lad
with some hair on his face
and a sprouting moustache,
imported to an economy motel
in some redneck state
owned by his dad Duniya Motelmal
has perhaps gotten the taste
of some safed shitty trash
(red neckisch of course in nature)
some farting fat trash
a toilet cleaner maid in the motel.

he's the only pyaara putar of his dad
but his fat fart lady loves him
she knows he'll soon inherit the motel.
so she made him a white lad overnight
offering bulky hanging fruits of love
both front and back and in between
and on the side difficult to reach
with his pinkie sized manhood
bristling, bubbling, bursting with pride.

now a safed lad inside, but a gujju outside
looking like a big rat fed on offerings
of laddoo, milk and barfi at a Ganesha temple,
(Ganesha, the son of Shiva, with head of an elephant)
talks, walks, acts, eats and shits as if
he's lily lily white both inside and outside.
he says all indians are silly, always willy-nilly
no guts, no brains, their beauty in drains
they eat in hurry, they smell of curry
they are cheap, hoard money in heaps
no manners, their clothes look like banners
sikhs wear long hair, beards and turbans
gujjus wear chappals, kurtas and dhotis
(in summer lungis for cool airy effects)

they do not know how to date
they can't find their mate
they marry for caste and money
they never call their love honey
their parents find wives for them
but seeing safed women everywhere
they drool like in doldrums

and he does not like sikhs, nothing about them, zilch.
not their punjabi music, not even their bhangra
he says they are gays, and sway their hips to his dismay
when they dance around and around in bhangra

but poor gujju lad does not know how
that most manly men on Earth are sikhs
just by passing a pretty girl they whisk
and so brisk are they, the girl becomes pregnant

but he tells all they are gays
to keep his secret buried deep down
he's perhaps right when they see a gujju
acting like an angrez
they make a curtain of their turnban
and hide the lad between their legs
and order him to use his teeth to open the zippers.
this gujju lad once went into some such dithers.
no wonder he calls them gays and lays a claim to be an angrez
though the angrezi he speaks is gujju angrezi from surat