Next Please Poem by Sivakarthick Lit

Have had your chips it is.
Fiasco is an orphan whereas,
Triumph has manifold parents.
Oh! Unassailable NET!
My moon, Sun, day rest, retreat and chased ant,
Loving odium and honeyed toxin you are.
Fish devoid of brook feasible
But, years groundwork not excluding any tome.
Proper professors required without proper philosophy.
By you, I, turn a blind eye to play,
Blot relationships out,
Lost tongues and legs ice over.
Wasted time wastes me.
Heart, not tongue visualizes the debacle.

Petrify, the eternal world of these competitions, may you.
Let slice the tree and safeguard the tree.
So is life, no Canal is attainable that lacks a crook.
Relationships that you think is not luxuriant,
Apples and Oranges it is.
Friends you neither needed nor saluted are.
Player has to conceive.
The place you play coach self-reliance.
Pages may pale, ink may infuriate
Ear may elevate but partake thrill.
At hand firewood is fallen foliage times of yore.
Shall Decembers be far behind, if June goes.
No time to school how to steer,
Question will be born in front of you.
Either to standard or stop
Such is life,
Where on earth, you walk off.
God is readily available where, you breathing.