Ode To the Irresponsible

To the irresponsible In the eve of dawn When the cricket advices the listeners The moon and the stars sit Performing their duties and enjoying their rights The blowing breeze freezes her In spite of her matrimonial statues Her dreams full of horror That of a woman smooching hers At times when the door cracks, open The water has ran down the drain The tap laid bay Like a ship at anchor Even when they said their prayers She bemused at his Amen Does he hear the both? Receives both their thanks Will he be amused? Or maybe flabbergasted To see her protruding belly Why do you refuse a meal? And purses the flies from eating same