Comedy Bit Xiii Poem by Ludovik Celaj

Two enchanting people chatting...
As a man i teardrop my needy senses
without inconvenience i want chances
that means to your authority i am a bagger
necessarily living life on charities slender

I have come a long way for a this bad mood,
and now i am an unemployed farmer Jack rude

How worse it can be than that; !
i like to drink having fun on nights out

And the payed out job's arent enaugh in height
to make my adrenaline appetite just about right

So at bottom line of the surviver's story told,
as a farmer Jack i am hopelessly broken bold
with on hold of this year past buxhet sold.

It's ok Jack... tonight's drinks go on me,
you a friend that at end of the tunel
i dont want personally to see,
and the next time you get payed off
from your litle dues
please do have not about this
any thinking clues.
Said his fellow farmer knowing Jack
as a great country farmer dude-lad.