DeepWaters

Here comes the mouth drummers. Hear the beats of gross rumblers. They carry nothing but matters of others. They wander about as news mongers. They think their feet are beautiful, But they are just rich in cuticle. They meet up with quidnuncs, Whose ears are itchy to nuts. Sing the praises of Yentas. They can't live without dishing mortals. Who has heard them talk about themselves in total? Yentas happen to have nothing special.

Freedom they say is bondage in peace. Earth rotates and it doesn't cease. The wind won't leave without a tease.  The sun remains even at ease. Why run when the world in itself  revolves, And there is No bargain for what is involved. Face the fear that evolves. It's a problem that has to be solved. Taking the trip of cowardice, There's none to see but the fool's prais e. We take turn to play the dice, Do not make the same mistake twice . Something to learn from the clock, Both hands meet at 12 'O' clock.  Take it to be a gridlock, And face reality with a knock.