Monsters Wrecked

MONSTERS WRECKED.... Chirping of the birds, Cokorokoo of the hens, Squeaking of the hidden cricket, Screaming of the very crazy tenant. Dawn can get any worse especially on empty pocket. Tracing feet slowly, Tired and grumbling tummy. Yesterday's is yet another day story. Night go by and the same predicament, You can title it "Son of man against Wrecking Monsters" Dawn equals hell, Working vigorously, like bee, Everyday on empty tummy.. For Wages of idleness is hunger, But returns home, everyday with penny, "Home without comfort" At the month end, Comes nearer, landlord's screams, Reaping from Monsters Wrecked farm.. He see in their eyes, "dying" who cares? Life savings, gone to an unmerited landlord's pot belly. Poor time waits no man! Invisible grey hair, But no miss to cuddle his heart. No harlot to mend his desire, Not even a child to carry on his poor legacy. Man got regrets, The lion elite feasting, Daily on poor man's hard work.. The den is messed up. Prevails is, Elimination of the fittest, Survival of the connected.. Wild_Pen