Oh, Ganesha,
don’t come to L.A.
They’ll ask you
to have rhinoplasty
before the audition.
They’ll require otoplasty
before the photo shoot.
They’ll assign you a stylist
for your clothes and turban.
They’ll print ugly pictures
of you in the tabloids.
They’ll put you on a diet
and exercise regimen
to bring your body fat
index below twenty,
to give you six pack abs.
They’ll poke you in the belly
and call you Muffin Man.
Don’t go to L.A.
Stay with us – where we are
Stay with us – we will
share your blessings,
we know how to live.