Beyond the steam over backwater
A smoke grows, it skims part of the sky,
Down, a young man derives lazily
Holding a shisha as a master
Around, walls are parading -
This is not paradise, guy!
Recumbent, kind of lazy
This man is not observing
What's happening on the way
Of his uncontrolled mattress ;
He does not feel any stress
When waves firmly mess and sway.
Proud, empty and unconscious
He's a folk and crazy man,
Although he probably lost
The home he built at big cost ;
There flood is extremely furious
And is leading people to get banned ...
But he has found a very strong manner
To forget the sore present by brinner.
About the Creator
Francis L
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