Right near the building,
May be in few seconds
Someone calls my name.
I turned back, it was one of the publishers, the youngest one.
He looks at me, thinking what to say and asks:
What do you want?
I am asking back:
Ha, ha, for what?
He wants to read all my poems:
What about your university?
We stopped reading there.
Do you dress in ripped working clothes so your professor will be sorry for you, bribe teachers?
I say, its law university, its hard.
And another girl pretends pregnant for two straight years, another beats her face herself?
Who are you going to be again?
Detectives? Nice.
I was thinking of becoming a doctor, but my great grandmother said its not great idea.
Take it, read it if you like...
