18 March 2018

Jump upon the couch,
Throw your hands in the air,
Pull down the ceiling fan,
Also the ceiling if it’s fair.

To your table give a kick,
Let the glass fall from its top,
Set the carpet on fire,
Sprinkle petrol but never stop.

Break all your glass windows,
Smash the TV and the Mac,
Put your phone in a microwave,
Grill it and start to clap.

Tear up all your dresses,
And all your clothes in wardrobe,
Gear up with the newspapers,
And the transparent bathrobe.

Run out onto the streets,
And shout on top of your voice,
If the cops come and take you to the jail,
It’s time for you to rejoice.

Arkadeep Mukhopadhyay

Editor in Chief

Antarctica Daily