Unshaved Soul
A tragic story - or another ad?
First things were good, then things went bad
And then my soul has shaved its head.
It changed its jump, it changed its throw,
It said to me "whatever, bro",
Put on its shades and charged ahead
While I was hanging by a thread.
We partied till the morning dregs
And then my soul has shaved its legs,
It changed its walk, it changed its pitch,
It said to me "whatever, bitch",
Put on some lipstick and perfume
And left me in а door-less room.
I thought that we had got it made
But then my soul has lost its blade
And now it comes, the worst of all -
A stubbly and hungover soul.
Oh fate, it's such a lowly trick,
My whole kingdom for a Bic!
About the Creator
Vadim Kagan
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
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Comments (2)
Haha! Love this, Vadim 💕🙂
I'm sorry, but I'm having a tough time imagining you with lipstick and fishnet stockings. 😂