The Bed

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.