Bitter Lament Poem by Lev Brekhman

Bitter Lament



Bill for the use of my body
I shall to God present.
Now - all spent goodies,
Nothing to look at.
During my life he was using
Me at His own will.
More I must say - abusing!
He made of my life a drill.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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