Angry and ugly and close to alien
That's how I feel myself.
Who's who says that?
Oh, maybe Mariann,
Changing her pound for cent.
Day after day
And year after year
And one day I'm old enough
To see were I am,
To know what I am,
And why do I smoke that
stuff.
And there's no stuff, to say a truth.
All these things are inside.
But the fact is the day
Turns down to grey,
And I have no place to hide.
No matter our president
Came insane,
No matter my palms are weak,
But the tale is over
Whatever they say.
And my mouse says:
- Clickty-click.
July2, 2021.
Burg
The first time for twenty years
© Copyright: Григорий Рейхтман, 2021
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