You’re not so good, friend said,
smelling like a funeral of dead,
looking dusty, as the grass
smeared by trespassing bus.
With your hair shift aside
you’re looking out of mind,
you’re looking nuts at all,
ready for the downfall.
You make scare folks, friend said:
in a minute being mad,
in a second being cool,
thus, behaving as a fool.
With your cigarettes and booze
you may someone’s trust abuse.
When your phone rings like a toll,
should be devil you to call.
When you walk down the street,
you’re welcomed as a shit.
Rear priest inside the church
shows his face your passing watch.
With your look acute, friend said,
you make people feel upset,
and your voice with hammer’s clink
fears people much to drink.
With your friend who knows much:
every move of you and touch, -
run away from such a friend
to escape his words torment!
27.03.2021
What my friend said
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