In Arms Of Hundred Women Poem by Nazim ZarSinner

Dear Venus! When I shall creep in arms of hundred women?
It's my wish, I want to sleep in arms of hundred women.

Wealth, lust and untrue love demand for bodily pleasure,
Wearing crown on head can keep in arms of hundred women.

One won't wish for paradise - can reject life after death;
Everything in world is cheap in arms of hundred women.

Poor people prepare to commit suicide collectively-
King drinks beer and falls asleep in arms of hundred women.

Bishop! You can't get married - should learn to control your heart-
Even if sitting on steep in arms of hundred women.

Observer! Your office should be opened in a brothel:
Your power to observe is deep in arms of hundred women!