In Penury Poem by brutal sickthermic saint

Under leafs of impecunious tree.
Under wings of indegent angels.
Swimming in tears from streamed cheeks.
Chasing clover with iron rots.
Wringled young by wrath of the sun.
Drought in pots and food boycotted from rambling stomach.
Bread ill-buttered if we ever caught it.
Lighters off, passage to destiny darkened.
Under the arms of wealth.
Breathing affluent humid air.
Shooting star....
'I WISH'
Thats how we live in penury.