THE LAZY MAN
The birth of every dawn
Struck him down like famished clown.
He groans and linger up from bed
Hence the road is busy in every end
Yawning to the air for an answer
To why the day emerged soon, no answer.
The bed thirst good
He held forth bed like food
Tossing still as time flies
No accord to nature and time flies.
Lazy man with a sharp teeth.
Who will caress your barn to eat?
Tick. Of clock speaks in tongue
For you delight in sluggish wrong.
Giving future nothing to smile,
As your hands demand to go mile
Faithful to laziness and lethargy
A sole call of abject poverty.
Slow like tortoise, a friend indeed
Pissed with works of noise,
Tied in the zone of snail pace
As poverty accord his life race.
Woe to the lazy man in slumber
Whose hand beside nothing to remember.
Penury spells their doom
It wipe off all local success without room
And chance to make things right when dusk.
A lazy man only get mocked
Where successful men live.
It’s a tale for you to turn new leaf.
THE BLEEDING PEN
GIANT INK MAKING IMPACT.
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