REVENGE When they need me I am always there For them But what happens when I need them They laugh in crowded rooms over huge Colas Calling themselves friends, shaming the very word What right do they have to befriend me And then, in turn, stab me in the back Just like in soap operas Do they think I don’t know what they are Saying about me, their words purely sweet Turn into hard knives raking the floor When they think I’m not Looking, their eyes taunt me, their very being is filled with malice Their voices become sepulchral And I know its time As I write these words They will come and bitch about someone To me, they will turn to me when no one Is there for them. And I ……… What shall I do? I will be like Chinese crystal But when they least expect it I will stab them in the back I will become a Backstabber I will play their game And, finally, it is I who will Triumph. Tumne Mujhko Dard Diya Tumko Kaisai Dawa Milegi (5 September, 2004)			George Bush was once a cheerleader! Dating back to the 1600's thermometers were filled with brandy instead of mercury