WRETCHED LIVES

Down-at-heels lies them The hustlers of good times With flyblowned destiny No one enquires, why them ? The men with glare will not. But will roar- slut she is. Roaring filled stomaches won't get to- know the pleading of hunger Once she solicit, clapped out condemned lifetime begins! Forlorn places welcome them Shabby and skanky is life, for them No one can fill the starving stomachs Because gentlemen are pseudopolites They can only haunt with their curse, Wretched lives continues.