Bach

From the author

You think it's sweet
When each car rolled
Spards the cough, remains sand on the teeth?
When dust and dirt are a constant seasoning for dinner?
They enter the bloodstream, making it thick like honey.
Draw a tired person crazy.
He is trying to dilute her
during the day - energy, and at night - vodka,
But tourists do not let him fall asleep.
They carry a swarm in their cars, like bloodthirsty mosquitoes,
attracted by a gleam of an electric lamp,
which shines in pitch darkness,
And they suck the remnants of his strength.
They know the real price better
His watermelons and melons.
Where they came from
They are always cheaper.
But tourists really need to buy them here.
After midnight, he wants to at least take a nap,
At the same time looking at one eye,
In order not to lose your melon from sight.
At the same time, hordes of mosquitoes continue to eat him.
However, he is already used to it.
Very soon morning and a new job.
Think next time
Before asking the seller:
Is his melon really sweet, like honey?

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