Rodney's Cup

Better days aged, Better days wretched Around the corner is bloomer, Inside the room is the beholder, Alterations on my robe,makes me reprise, All stands for a big fact lies, Rodney grabs my nail, Chews and goes away on rail, Good fashion designer,but unstable, It's all over the mirror to be labeled, Bloodshed on shoulders with knowhow, Some ones kidneys are failing,...wow, Drug is chewing the cells, Frenzied to meet deliberation tells, It's almost dark, Can't tell the world I'm coming back, Light comes in the morning, Till I grab a key,will sell everything, Magnitude at a station,who roles the car glass, Brother in law comes out with a class, Strictly looks into an eye, The wife's brother is slowly going, "Hope you're waxing great?",Rodney's sigh, With remarks of guilty conscience,responded with wondering, Of course,have sold every belongings of the sister, Arrested to serve in jail, Keeps steeping along cold floor, Probably,many are excited for is dilemma, No one cares for that,a grimmer, Issues of life is tearing his whole being apart, No wife,no child to help combat, Early this morning,he was ajudged in court, "Mr Rodney,you're hereby sentenced to indefinite imprisonment of life rot, With hard and pernicious treatment",he listened with intricacy, The senior judge pronounced with no clemency.