Mr.Loafer,
See him,
How he keeps spoiling himself
And his life,
wasting time uselessly,
Loitering and loafing about?
Iron bangles on one hand,
The studs on the ear-lobes,
The necklace around the neck,
The wires plugged into the ears
And he hearing music,
shaking the body
And going on a motorcycle.
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