Bengali Fart
A satirical and profane doggerel using the 'Bengali fart' as a potent metaphor for political decay and societal hypocrisy in Bengal and beyond. A darkly humorous take on identity and belonging.
7/31/2025
Shit in shock I raise dhoti like a frock,
And holy mother of Sri Hari the smell.
Did I fart? If that a demonstrative start,
What foul things follow I can't tell.
Holiness held, faith fucked and felled,
By a pimp with a punctual pace.
Paid for a dream with a lusty teen,
Got a hag with a neotenous face.
Who am I, with an open fly,
The hag quizzed dressed in lace.
`She or He` imagined my balls when I said,
Race bengali is fucked in the face.
Shitty this city, yes what a pity,
Black like soot this fart.
A hindoo so holy shit monopoly,
The smell a revenge for the hurt.
Artsy is what is dutifully fartsy,
I am a bengali fuck-faced fat-ass.
Deep in my sleep I shit on fat sheep,
While they pass global warming gas.
So says he, that god I couldn't see,
You can fart but you can't fret.
Fuck off I cried, I realized I died,
The future a fart of imbecelic threat.
Bits tiny coalesce as shit shiny,
So much that I turn true blue.
Having your shit like rum cake,
And yeah, eating shit as diarrhea too.
Proportion of a potion for loose motion,
A mohammedan doctor advised.
And that was to fart bless his heart,
On his daughter as loo disguised.
Jiminy the jerk fucking in a park,
A christian prophet caught mid-fuck.
His dick knot, his god eats his snot,
In a mangy dog-ass got tightly stuck.
Sticky bengali shit, fart pathetic,
Shit performance in penetration still.
Sick small dick, but pubes very thick,
Forced to fan farts with goodly skill.
Or fucked flatulent fluttering wind,
As the bookish types lean on.
From where these gas bags get,
I know not the smell of rotten con.
So sweet bengali fart is all there is,
All around and the only real thing.
From the flabby ass to the shitty skinny,
Genteel to the bottom feeding scamny ninny.
Under sari, dhoti, skirt, and pants,
In pujas and interiors really relished,
Of course in most of Mamata's speech,
And in what she has ever accomplished.
So if you fuck me when I fart,
It's not the only Bengali fart.
It mainly is from the very top,
Breathing it deeply in is your part.
Even then in this fart full place,
I feel bengali with Mamata's safety fart,
Just outside Bengal nationally,
I'd be forced to eat Modi's turd tart.
I'd rather die than do shit like that,
No to low-life stupid mean old-fuck shit.
So `jai bangla` but no `jai sreeram` fart,
And here I'll die farting, where I fit.
Bolo Joe Maa Fucking Kalir Joe
Pachha tule pede bolo
Joe Maa Kali Kalkatta Wali
Ram lokhoner kachha kholo