it s not a poem, it s a story

This is not a poem, just a random memory.

Well, one old architect says:
Anyone who thinks bad about me
he will either get sick or die.
Horror.
He laughed while saying this. yeah. and he also spoke
What, the work of children and women is unpaid.
and laughed. he was a cheerful person.
we portrayed those children there
all his statements were terrible and outrageous.
he's long gone
there was something about him that I really liked
bourbon definitely attracts ghosts.
I'll go broke.

when they called him and said that his colleague,
whom he knew for many years, died,
he said: you see, I told you so.
he was a passionate motorist.
but who needs all this now?
all this is in the past. but not for him,
he left without waiting for sunset.
this sunny man was truly a terrible guy.
and we'll watch the sun go down
because we are truly gloomy people.
Do you have any doubts? Really?

he taught us many of his principles without teaching us anything.
his principle, for example, was this: not to leave anything from the old development.
He called it "leaving some shit."
This is a controversial approach.
Thus, in addition to our innate sullenness,
we have also inherited a disdain for sentimental keeping of anything as a keepsake.
If you change something, then change it radically.

those losers who did not know this lucky man are unlikely to understand this.
after all, “you always have to leave a little shit, there’s an old barn in the corner of the plan.” something to remember? don't touch these cards!