From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.
Sej bi, pa ne morem
A, da b'ti grizu brdavičko,
in vmes še dajal srednji prst
v tvojo toplo, mokro pičko.
Bi, če bil bi trezen al pa pjan,
a kaj ko vedno sem zaspan.
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