Same Difference from Goodwill Jester by Prathik Bendapudi

Is it still the same day?

Whatever music

Whatever you say


Making changes

Faking chances

You’ll get there anyway.



Fleeting like the buzz between the dings of my doorbell

Grey like the chicken fried in hell

Dirty like the stereotype you made of me

Free like the spirit of a drunk.



I don’t know where this man is from

I hate him all the same

Just like my father did

And his father before him 
No change.


What are you looking at
A dirty mirror through broken glass

A little money for a little class
Buyer beware.

So you’ve pulled out the roots

In your hands now a noose
Your meaning of it askew
And now you’ve bombed the paper



Still like dangerous waters
Blurry like a trick

Known, like a distant memory

True like the nobility 
In a few

Like you

Like you

Like you.

• World
• alt
• contemporary
• Hyderabad