There was a man blown in by the east wind
He was never late for a feast
His liquor always at his heartbeat
.
He walks clumsily like the wizard of the West
His clothes filled with holes in their
Fleets
He sought comfort but hunger precedes him
His hope is charmed with the light Of the sun
He dreamt  of chasing the sky into the ocean
He has no friend to lean on
Alas! He would put a smile on
.
But his soul chirps like a cricket
A complete waste his life has been like water in a basket!
So he died! Who is to be blame?
Oh! It's such a shame!
Only that his laziness was too phat and lame