When people having fun
Not seeing end of story,
Create a trial run
And fade away your glory.
All words you put to dust
Misleading those who seeking.
On top there’s only trust
And health as always leaking.
Tik-so – sinister rhythm.
They want to rake all money.
Time is not kind to them
But feeding them with honey.
Need water? Raise your hand.
In desert there’s only sand.
Sad story
© Copyright: Вениамин Понкратов, 2019
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