I live for Friday the thirteenth,
Dance like Wednesday looking moody
On my chronic pity party.
Bloody Mary's oversalted.
Spreading my wings I get naughty,
Eat my own kids like I'm Saturn.
Music rules my soul and body,
Fuck it if it isn't foreign.
I worship the sign of lightning.
Apple has to take and bite it.
Baby, if I was almighty
I'd make happy everybody.
Life's so short so need to hurry
To tell fate that I'm not sorry.
Good and bad will lead to glory
In the ending of a story...
13.01.2023
I am not sorry
© Copyright: Марк Каратанов, 2023
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