Water sloshes, spills against the height;
Heart aches, eyes ‘re losing the sight;
Thoughts wonder, is destiny losing the fight?
Holy Heavens, this is so not right.
Six great heads, lit by her sweats
Hums in unison, damn the threats!
All around unseen, destiny-curbing nets?
Prayers should do, truly, but aren’t they losing the pets?
Ticktock, ticktock, time doesn’t wait.
Soap bubbles from the clothes, changing is the date;
Bowls betide bald head, dreams heave through the gate;
This is bullshit, lambastes the mate.
Inform him of the news, he sorely knows none.
His hosts have had their slave, his wits slowly burn.
After all those education, he still mows a lawn
Pitiably yes, everything fucks him, literally, no fun.