Among thy regulars are the dyad,
Allmighty Shame and Exquisite Sorrow
But none of that two will come tomorrow
They're fully occupied at Ar-Riyadh
Let's took a little sip from sea of the debt,
While world beyond feels like a beached whale
The guests continue their dance with faces of pale;
All bets are off until the game is set.
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Did you just say, all bets are off
In that foul game; the darkest path ahead
Yet one could never know how fate is rough and tough
Here, take some wine, let's share this loaf of bread
The Future is not set
© Copyright: Владимир Максимовский, 2020
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