The beggar’s pittance, my allowance;
shows no love for me Alois,
says, bunch of crap my love along is,
and simple mockery to her;
and she is right with disillusion, -
it happens frequently, as usual,
that women fall into conclusion:
men’s lying words are hurt;
man’s word she takes for fake one,
confuses a crow with a falcon,
that having wages like a boson
it’s just to damage gentle heart;
she wonders why I’m not a pirate,
nor Navy officer, nor AF pilot,
nor wealthy man with his island,
nor even any bum Xpert;
she quarrels, quarrels, quarrels,
with no pity word, no sorrow,
and sows around only horrors
without proving only, why.
I’m not adept of group of stoics,
and not the one to fall in toils.
That’s why I say to my Alois
good-bye Alois my, good-bye!
26.07.2019 г.
Alois
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