The Doer

I will do you.

I will do all of you.

I will blindfold you and do you.

I will do you in the kitchen, with pots clanking.

I will do you with words.

I will do you with cameras, lights and reflectors.

I will do you with stories.

When I feel doing alone isn’t enough for me,

I will invite other people.

I will play loud music and do you.

I will open a book and do you.

I will do you in splashing water.

I will do you by pointing a knife and pulling your hair tightly.

I will do you while pressing the piano keys with my left hand.

I will do you in the middle of a meeting and while watching a film.

I will do you at a place adjacent to the dhamma house at the back of the bier.

I will do you in whatever way my wild imaginations dictate.

I will do you in September until you become many colors.

I will do you to burn my calories.

I will do you during a class.

I will rub you with olive oil and do you.

I will do you making use of little time we have before we go or on arrival.

I will torture you, pound you and do you.

I will smile while doing you.

I will curse and scream.

I will do you until the whole neighborhood knows I am doing you.

I will do you after everybody goes to sleep.

I will do all kinds of over-actions and do you.

I will hang my portrait on the wall and do you.

I will stuff you like a pie.

I will stop the car on the way, fill the tank and do you.

I will do you, rain or shine.

I will do you like climbing to the top of a mountain.

I will do you until people get shocked and awed.

I will rub you with ice, put cream on you and do you.

I will do you with a group of masked gang.

 

Yes, you are right.

I will be doing what you think I will be doing.

 

Tha Kount Tharr

Translated from the Burmese by Maung Day