Banquet Beyond Bankruptcy

A deserted land, like arid, A crop eaten by aphids. My eyes looking beyond my Iris, To elope from impoverishment. Anything that my hand touches Is good to go, to fill my belly. I light up the dark with my torches, And now, flinging my tentacle like jelly. Poverty is puffing, Like a cold person coughing. No way! I don't want to be put in a coffin. I have many goals to accomplish within. The password of success is easy, If you can find a way to unlock it with a pin. Not for the one who is lazy, Open it out; there are many things in the tin— The tin of joy, blessings, happiness That future generations will witness. That is my business: to have a last banquet, Bankrupt at first, but the last smile is the best.