What the Ganga in flood is doing to me

Well this is straight from the heart.
The stench of dog shit wafts up my nose as I sit in the only place I can get reception, the roof.
Four dogs now reside in our building because I am too gutless to beat them away. It’s not that I am scared of them it is just it is too mean an act.
I cracked a joke at the expense of the Stool goddess yesterday. Said I didn’t really have a relationship with her. The kids were telling me about class at the temple and they came up with details on the shit goddess. Well blow me down I didn’t know there was one. I guess I was being smart as sure enough I spent the night crapping my head off as well as puking at the same time. Not a desirable experience. I imagined how undignified death would be.
Tedious stuff. If those smells come from inside my body I just wonder how thick our skins must be to keep them enclosed but then maybe I am often on the nose and don’t know it.
Well there is my deep insight into my present plight.
Flood waters splash intermittently as people mindlessly dump their rubbish in it. Since when have we started imitating ignorant villagers? Seeing it rot on the porch might make us think twice about our approach to living.
Well my head throbs and I have succeeded in completing 3 paragraphs of terribly late essay. The worst that can happen is I fail. That won’t be a new experience.
I just want to know what these dogs are eating that they can pass so much stool.
Why can’t they hang in an empty building?
Ants in my lap top. Expect they will clean the crap from under the key board. But do they have a colony in it?
The Samadhi flares up with Prabhupada Bhajans which means the sun is going down. It used to be much louder but Sadbhuja had them turn it down. Bummer, I always like the loud Bhajans pumping through the place. Spares me from listening to my own my mind.
Kalki has been in the water for so long even he is sick of it.
And did you think those asrama girls could take responsibility for anything,, perhaps cleaning. Not on your life No siry. They eat and play and leave the house trashed.
Thank you girls. May you breed 6 exceedingly ungrateful wretches such as your selves.
I have always been a nasty piece of work. Now the stench of dog stool is forcing me off the roof. I wonder if I should try and redeem the 400-rupee mosquito net they have chosen to deposit on.