Draft world

After we pick up big basket with its sun
We have draft world in mouth in balcony

And a draft sun falls on toothpaste froth.
We are draft human being foaming now.

Work in process, we are Andoumboulou.
Our song will be shortly set to final raga.

After all that draft , sun will be final soon.
Just now a peacock will sing a draft song

For approval, by a master builder on rock.
A draft high-rise is a fine work in process.

And now draft world is foaming at mouth
And phone is running its script of events.

A full white sun has broken in rocky plain
As peacock has sung its final draft song.