Imported Goods At Our Ports And Us Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Major two ports, through which we import,
All necessary fuels and nutrients to burn and support,
Gaseous exchange done at one, an element and a compound,
When puffing and sniffing, hundreds of poison prelude,
Confusion at the air bags and the capillaries surrounded.

Fixed deposited tar certainly produces interests,
The budded swelling may bloom into cancerous flowers,
Nectar from these may make us cough persistent,
When we do the ‘work', we may gasp for air,
These gasping and wheezing may chase away the partner.

Offspring born are unhealthy, as the sperm is deformed,
With the head and tail and the uterus becomes a dungeon,
Not a proper place for fetal growth and the vengeance,
Of insufficiency shown in the deviant behavior when born,
The unpolluted port will circulate the fluid of good fuel.

Another port does the work of absorption of ingested materials,
anything excess is not good, strain the pump and the filters,
coded message from the memory maker receives signals,
from the numerous zigzagged puzzle and send to process,
bulky cleanser shrinks, over ripe to spew the red.

after a heavy meal of lards, the fat float in the tunnels,
that get narrower and struck on the wall to clog and,
constrict the flow to increase the pressure and tension,
every disease is the invited guest of what we import,
and healthy people are the human out of what they eat.