Mr lakeside.

Mr lakeside sat on lakeside
reality in grit with sand
soap all wash by shower
birds all shoots by shooter
sickness is in near nest
neighbour are in silence,
absurd art of Mr lakeside
absence of everything fills
in the form of big balls
drips nothing but looks filled
dead flies and lively lizard
feticism runs on screen
dust is just dust carrying dust
white sin and yellow sin
river flows like modern age
as he sit like absurd painting
someone sketches both for joy.