Behind the corner
A robber is there
To greet me
I've no wish to defy
But I fail to reply
I'm so absinthe-minded
That is absent-minded
So he fines me
[A fine manners teacher, indeed]
But finds no money, luckily
He is disappointed, obviously
Steel is on his hand
What is on his mind?
No, I don't really want to find
That out
I only want him to walk away
[And he does, oh yes, he does]
And I? I stay
The stars are bright
I'd get a kick
From the stars so romantic
Just asphalt doesn't smells of roses
Behind the corner
© Copyright: Ринат Магсумов, 2004
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