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Hello, welcome, this is the brain

Of the man with a name who flies with the cranes

From the land of the Jains

And the lane of the Shanes

And the Glenns and the Bretts

And the land of the slain

Aboriginal and TSI folks

I am so sick with a lump in my throat

When I broach the topic then I float in my boat

From the tears that arise and the snot in my nose

Uh, witness my mind rummage

Just another immigrant just like Romesh

Ranganathan, and I come with patience and conversation

’Til my mouth turns dry like I’m drying raisins

My vocation is to write amazing

Code, so I can pay for loads of laundry, and the mortgagе of my ma's abode

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With weary eyes, chops of chicken thighs fated to be placed on loaves of loaded rye

Hoping I will get a prize

As I sweat, as I bleed, as my hairline does recede

I wipe the tears off with the edges of my sleeve

Yoghurt bowls full of sodium and bits of acrimony

I'm targeted by ads from Tamil damn Matrimony

With the wicketkeeper man by the name of Dhoni

“Apu” wants to drop the prefix, turn to “Tony"

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