As
the dewy day dawns
The
pensive puritans pray
For
the evil-perched penurious persons
And
the impious insolent idiots
Deep
in sleep and weak
The
beer-salved snore screwy
With
wino women wheezing beside them
Anticipating
for the usual morning act
An
outstretched hand and a lying place
Ironically
in their businesses
The
pompous and pious persons ponder
For
the towns doomsday or death
The
helpless and humble housewives
Collectively
cheer in their chores
As
the non-coddled malnourished children
Enjoy
the hurly burly atmosphere of their shouts
Dusk
destines the fate of the destitute
The
drunk, the desperadoes and the dumbos
As
if summoned, they abandon their sleep in unison
The
drunk soberly desert to their homes
To
their piteous wives who struggled for a living
The
thugs tamper with the towns riches
As
the diligent puritans still hold their faith
The
children scuffle for the little
As
they scuffle on their way to bed
The
housewives scream in unison
As
they give a share to their husbands
The
wino women eagerly wait
For
their prey that they lure with their baits
Then
the partying, dancing and clubbing
Since
the day has began for the soot stained
Hence
the reverse rhythm in the culdesac
