The other side of Life

This is my life,its not one, it was before
I never thot this wud happen,now its all over.
My son in law cud be a satan,I never knew.
That son of a whore,didnt miss the opportunity to sue.

Well now I leave all this behind
And move on,I was living in a rind.
I am left no money,I am absolutely skint.
I roam around,looking everywhere for "the hint".

I needed reasons to live ,I had no choice
But to sit around temples,hearing the voice.
I am a beggar now,with no employment.
I live on other's income,without entertainment.

Life could be such a fucking bitch
I coud not believe,I was so rich.
Now I live like a thousand others
Homeless and hungry,no desires.

I sleep on the footpath sharing a blanket.
Well only my feet escaped the cold,
I was not a swindler or a decadent,but bold.
I used to rule and now I was ruled by Plunkett.

He was the holy priest in the church
I was looking for shelter-the perfect search.
I had the footpath of the bridge as my home.
I discovered peace which was not in hoenymoonish Rome.

I immolated myself to bless my own self.
I was as successful as Michael Phelps.
I used my conversational skills to beg for money
I conflagarated my ego to just live on the meagre money.

I happened to fight with dogs for one slice of bread
After eating enough I shared my food with Fred.
He was a limping dog.I had forgotten how to smile.
Only a fake smile for the tourists once a while.

I had no record of time,I used to see my beard
It grew longer than usual,and things vaguely heard.
My skin was a little eerie,with layers all over
Objects looked dizzy even during daylight,end was near.

Throughout my life I never believed in God
But one day I saw sth in Fred's eyes
It turned white and in a jiffy ,byes.
Everything was white and then black
It was like a glock shot and I was odd.

Nobody knew about me,I laid there for a week
Until the nagar nigam took me,because I was stinking and weak.
To seek happiness and joy I had began my journey
But this sad end,was told by the Attorney.