The Younker
Aloof and perverse by self
He blunders all he has
He is boisterous
Intervening into everything
Reciprocating to every words of his folks
He enjoys impoverishing his affluent old folks
Not knowing the roars of karma
Sluggard all day and night
Brawling is a quotidian game
With booze in one and fag on another
This makes me daze on a fine day
How could they not care about the blatant lies
Deferring everything and lulls with life
And abhor the blissful life
And rings the doleful peal to death
I am aghast! By sight of younker.
