Modern Poetry of Mangosteen Typhoon

In the morning, I was awakened by Mangosteen

Hoo, Hoo, Hoo ...

Hoo, Hoo, Hoo ...

The devil's voice

devoured beautiful dreams in an instant ...

It came from a distant place

The rainstorm was Mangosteen's accomplice < I was frightened to hide from Mangosteen

and hid my body in a nine-story hut

Even so, Mangosteen still found me

Blowing the little hut

Shaking it from side to side

Sitting in the cradle room

It was wreaking havoc around

It seemed that I had to be found out of the house ... < p