By all existing means, my friend, I beg,
don't ever try again to loose the gag.
Have it hurtfully stapled to your mouth,
as you narrate the narrowest of vows.
The crowd applauds to sound of banging tins.
I'm pressured by the weight of could have beens.
In tries to get away from mays and mights,
I run from darkness seeking traffic lights.
My dearest friend, I wish you extra luck.
Vocabulary starting "up" to "fuck".
I wish you mountains of self reliance
and purified bravery of lioness.
Just keep the gag inside and live along
like nothing ever went completely wrong.
To My Dearest Friend. Part II
© Copyright: Артем Хабипов, 2015
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