Passionate Clouds.

When comes in through the backdoor

The drunkard the passionate eagles hardly see anyone not even fellow bewitching eagles.

And so,is it that bad?

When passion roasts the passionate like hungry polar bear in the hungry autumn;

When it gulps golden cabbages from his loin and making a penniless girdle confronted with affliction as addiction in top gear;

When passionate clouds fondles the passionate feet to forget its gallivanting hood 

Now that we Ve unplugged the myth of the passionate cloud

For the drunkard the salacious and the libidinous 

Counterpoise gone berserk from the pedestal of addiction 

Can we get over it?

Let the siblings say

Can he get over it?

Let the siblings say.