I'm a Techie

Follow my orders

else I'll start to ache

Threats my back gave.

I rubbished them

I ignored them

Now its me who suffer.

I'm a bencher

I sit always

On bench but on the chair.

Tyre grows daily

Eyes are strained

All days are bad hair.

I'm not happy

I cant say

coz there is no ear to hear.

For Them I work

I'm a hero.

I say to get them near.

Only a few

Get a chance

Luckily I'm one.

One of the

ten millions I'm.

& My mom's lucky son.

Big short names

Huge clean frames

There is a fact absurd.

Its name game

With some lame fame

In this Illusioned world.

Just a graduate

I was

Unwaged Underdog

What hoaxed them

to let me in

is a mystery yet unsolved.

They were hoaxed

or it was me

doesnt matter anyway.

Hoaxed, ofcourse

millions are

but all are not strays.

Manipulated

life is

Clearly now I know.

I'm a techie

A bit more lucky

Is a myth most echoed.

Working for a year

and two

I realise I'm gettin old.

Old enough for

them to think

My skills cant be sold.

Old enough for

my back to warn me

I'll start to ache.

Being old

is no pleasure

having cut just 23 cakes.

Mind it

Oh mankind

Techies dont earn much.

Nor they have

a happy life

and have nothin nonesuch.