Racing Doesn’t Amuse The Hungry,
Can’t Fill Their Stomachs –
They Need Bread…
Life Leaves The Shore,
And The “jam†Appears,
Life Fights Against The Riverbed.
That Girl Smiles Enticingly,
Entraps A Man, Ropes Him With Craze.
The Little Boy – The Tiny “rubbish-Robberâ€
Holds A Duster, And Blows At The Pains.