the swindler is a sweet woman
sweet tongue, beautiful face
nice body, scented hair, everything
is first class, they say
you will talk to her tonight,
and it will be good for you
lonely as you are, dumb as ever
at least, you will taste what
happiness is, in the first place
that is what you like, i know that,
then so be it. At stake is your fortune.
you have lots anyway. bank accounts,
swiss deposits(?) . a mansion, twelve
cars, real estate, lots and lots of money
tonight will be your last, enjoy the
last drop. I warned you, i do not lack
what friendship demands, you are on your
own now. Just, just be happy.
back to poverty, no regrets. what is
money after all, but another illusion.
tomorrow we will be in that old house.
chicken soup, a little rice, and coffee.
now, come one, we belong to the commons.
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