THE SCORN


Cellophane festal in bundles.
Man climbing the ladder for audience.
Fighting and staggering like a drunkard
Manipulating and crying for manner.

Blunders to drink for dinner
Macabre still to acquire.

After many a bundle of days begging,
Assorted dust recieving.
Deny him not the penny,
The clutches you buy while supporting

The begged
The scorners!.

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The common man in the street becking for alms. He doesn\'t have hope for survival but he believes in going out and crying in the public that he will be favoured. Be kind to people in the street, you\'re all they have!.