March 12, 2016March 13, 2016

Keep Away From Him

He wears nothing above the waist

a piece of loin cloth around the waist

feels thinking any more is a waste

forgets that he is a total waste

walks in a hurried haste

does things unworthy in haste

his body is a sticky paste

the sweat shines like a glossy paste

not that he works as such

cause he paces up and down as such

so be this man seen in the surround

keep away from him at least in the next round

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