Work As Usual!

When the dirt from the hot tear of my eyes, Fall into the oyster thoughts of my urging mind, I harvest pearls of various grades and sizes, Tie together to keep on the altar in masses. When the critical storms shaken up my rigid thinking, I sway side by side for the storm to get pacified, I pick up the lost momentum to think better, and enjoy the aftermath of the stormy weather. When the shades of spirits haunt me for fun, I would play with them to startle them with my wits, The threatened spirits run away for their dead life. I move on with my own life without the nuisance of evils.