Cool, calm and relaxed is the air,
Making me float in my dreams.
When the crowd or races, shut their eyes,
To see the way I enjoy these precious moments.
To look upon yonder at the fertile land,
Is the sensation of the beauty of mine.
As if no one wanted to speak to me,
And to bother me with weary problems.
Just breathing in, the warm moist air,
Just wonder what mixture of carbon dioxide, it is in.
Just plain old whinging me,
Releasing my tongue from chained jungle words.
Mot mention that a feathered animal,
Is searching for crusts of uneaten food.
Like a poor unhygienic male beggar,
Pouring outwards his hand, bludging for his living.
Not I can poor enough,
To live a life in the lower class.
Nor can I, with money,
Buy all the world’s brass.
I need not search for what I have before,
As what was lost is now completely found.
Her one track pureness, really intrigues me,
As I also agree in thinking the one way mind.
Equality, I don’t believe in with men and woman,
As there are certain distinct differences in-between.
Of course both sexes are equal in requirements,
To fulfill the other’s needs.
But there are physical aspects of argumental sake,
Which doesn’t clear the other’s mind in achievement.
It’s like, for example after twenty years or working,
Another, whom is efficient, replaces you immediately.
You feel cheated and double-crossed,
And your temperature rises,
As you keep on wondering,
If what you had done was wrong. AND IT WASN”T!
I believe that the man should be a gentle man,
And look after his woman, as a “lord’s lady”,
To comfort her with flourishing kisses,
And to sweep the red carpet for her, every day.
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