Waif rooms

Who's in the Postage?
In a dark room corners.
Living in the time bondage
Who did not see God neither hear from any demons
Who's bound with the scapegrace and do rage?

Who's life a dandelion stem with empty life?
Smoking with the dead in the bushel
A terrific brat with no parents
With the mouth that cannot besilent

Carefree and the varmint
In a lil willful scallywag tint
New Dumbo checked out bibllical days Corinth
Woe is me, my house surrounded by black angels of Puck
Rascalized the wholesale with demonic habit
An unruly harbor saved by no guard paws
Our environs a den of outlaws