The Dreaming Tree

Sometimes I wish to ditch electricity,physics and fission,
And lose myself in reality television,
Partly because they have the mental capacity of a hammer,
Which is wisely used to nail the glamour,
And partly because, as I always say,
The obnoxious has this mysterious attraction, per se,
All of which I will use with great aplomb,
And participate in the virulent Viacom,

I assumed being a roadie was a lot of fun,
With all those bikes and women and melons and buns,
But these challenges sound rather fickle,
What if you lost a testicle?
Without the balls you'd be hopeless and meek,
Primo material for beauty and the geek,
And just before it gets all romantic and bridal,
Go embarass yourself on Indian Idol.

I adore redundant comedies,
Especially when the skirts are 10 inches above the knees,
And I'm really addressing the entire cast,
When I tell them your neither gorgeous nor fast,
I'd suggest you give up all hopes,
Of movies or sitcoms or even soaps,
Hollywood is really the latest trend,
Why not be Paris Hilton's BestFuckingFriend?

Poor Ms. Sawant was over-looked during creation,
So now she's headed for self-consummation,
I have a G.U.T that's killer,
Put her on the sets of Splitsvilla,
And to give it some international frills,
Add a couple of Yanks flown in from The Hills,
Oh the world would be so much better,
If I just got my offer letter.