THE REAL DESTITUTES
The reality shows of the world
New births are the visitors of months
The olds are the residents of years
The prime is an age of lingling in years
Happy new year as a new birth,
The flowered year will soon be
End with a news of a seasonal yommies.
Some care for the foetus and the babies
They are never aborted the wonders.
So some care for the youngs and primetime
They are never slept on their dreaming sides.
Some care for the ages to grow grey hairs
They are never greedy in the greenest pastures.
Some think the destitute all about matters
But a stain of the all times.
All lack in nature,
All need in nature.
I am a real destitute
In the garden of Eden, so
I need a natural deliveries.
From a good neutral deliverance
I am a real destitute.