One of my buddy - a writer in life
I looked at my creations with reproach.
And I thought: “It's time to tie this up.”
I am writing day and night, and Mora comes out. ”
(Does not go to Mohammed Mountain).

He got to the sobering center last spring,
Without reference, I ran home slowly.
(The guard on duty was very drunk).
I went to our village selpo ...
It is a saleswoman, undressed by ...
I could not resist - he also undressed by ...
(Our selpo did not work for three days!)

A sign on the door immediately spiked:
"I left for food urgently at the base."
But there is in this business your life time.
Now my son is growing up in the village.
My old friend does not write poems -
In his household he is now the chairman.

Ebet saleswoman he night and day
A lot of abilities cut through him.
Learned cunnilingus and even blowjob ...
And I understood: there is no talent for writing,
(And he was once generally impotent)
But in the right place at the right time.

Appeared. Destiny is a direct merit.
Well, how not to be proud of the success of a friend ?.