As Usual, at the end of November
All the bad things are coming to my fate,
Abuse at work, failure in my nature,
Unlucky speech on the financial day.
And this year I slept and saw with horror:
That secretly teens sneaked into my home,
Through covered hatch in the floor near the door,
And the dead rats were poured into a bowler
With water, and the mice were set to boil,
The teens brought the dead cats into the room,
And in a dream I calmed me not to broil
And carry everything to garbage chute.
And the girl from that gang explained to me
The reason was my own fault and drawbacks,
That I said something impudent to her ...
I don’t remember what, for me it’s - bollocks ...
At the end of November
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2019
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