To choose the thing
And don’t regret
That it’s too thin
And suits you bad;
That you have spent
All that you had
To get the thing
That makes you mad.
You are tired of stuff
That’s all the same
Don’t want to be the part
Of endless game,
But when it’s over and you too
Then comes the time
For your best suit.
It’s really costy, but you don’t care
Cuz’ have green money everywhere.
The pockets are full of this wealth
But still you are wearing old dress.
Can’t buy the thing
That makes you mad;
You are too mean
It’s in your head
The thing
© Copyright: Ниандра, 2006
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