Poetry

                 Jails…
CORBAN gifts are brains with banks.
Quarry man digs our marbles cans.
Cans with ashes are jailers loves.
Jails with tools are gears to prove.
 
Cages in heaven all are hells.
Pills sedations catch as spells.
Sounds are loud and ears are weak.
Dig the stones and works no neat.
 
Mental charts are fixes as claim.
Tie your body all are chains.
Charts and counts are tally make.
Moods and feels are little mad.
 
Shapes in bells are normal curves.
Jailers’ coats are beauty buffs.
Crafts of mobs have sexes to buy.
Charms with baits are bad to find.
 
Jailer rules are sugar all.
Shower rooms our girls have oils. 
Offer sexes as served as own.
Jails are churches and jails are homes.
 ---------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------