Moje pesme,moji snovi: O sudbini

Thursday, November 17, 2005

O sudbini

Sudbina živi na gradskom smetljištu

nosi facu maloljetne kurve
cesto se zajedno smucamo nocu
i drmamo jeftini konjak

ne nastojim biti ozbiljan s njom
znam zajebant je od pamtivjeka
štipkam je za guzove i tepam joj ko bebi
ona se smješi i guta tabletu
doista joj treba stimulans njen
da izdrzi tempo poslova.

I prilazi, zadiže suknju
gricka me za usnu svlaci me
seksanje s njom je rizicna igra

no doista ne mogu da odolim
puna je spolnih bolesti
dijeli ih na sve strane

Sudbina zivi na gradskom smetljistu,
ponekad je zateknem da plache,
da plache u kishnim jutrima,
plache gluho, promuklo
nemotjna poput nas.

Dinko Kreho

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Moje pesme, moji snovi

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