Yellow lights get in my dream,
And I fizzle, yawning:
For? the action, it may seem,
Dusk is worse than morning.

Yet the morning does not bring
Onetime joyful thinking:
Just tobacco puffing rings
And hangover drinking.

 
 
 
 

Reply Taverns have green drinks with spice,
Tissues white and crimson.
It’s the? paupers’ paradise,
But to me - a prison.

Church is full of smoke and soot,
Deans on weed have gotten.
No! Religion is not good:
All is bad and rotten.