Rhyming

The Guard is sleeping.
The bird is yearning.
The Bard is subsisting.
The F-word is overused.
The thirds are juiced.
The slate board is void.

The ombudsman is procrastinating. 
The prophet is plagiarising. 
The liberator is charging. 
The prey is patronising. 
The border is augmenting.
The fear is persisting. 

The family is abasing. 
The farms are crying. 
The food is overwhelming. 
The baby is starving. 
The haven is razing.

The women are floozing coz 
The men are boozing. 
Humans are oozing. 
Demons are undaunted. 
Fragile is the Fortifying. 
Stronghold is lying.

The motherhood is out for betting. 
The childhood is worth dying. 
Perseverance is extincting. 
Religious is what avid logging. 
Only Drugs are calming.

The things we are selling, 
The Gods are not buying. 
The Television is blinding. 
The Expressway is hindering. 
The goodness is rectifying. 

The Omens are slying.
The Karma is bullying.
The signs form the above are forging.
and 
The destiny is beguiling.

Forget what i am yapping. 
Those weren't the preachings 
just some facts i ain't implying. 
Its just a myth, these trees ain't dying.
I am happy as i am,
believe me coz i am flying.
this isn't a song nor a poem
Why the hell am i Rhyming?