Poetess: I can imagine that,
Check this out.
Inner voice: not gangsters I hope.
Poetess: they are nice.
Inner voice: not when you are asking police for advice.
Poetess: about?
Inner voice: how to save the most valuable possession I am sitting on.
And all this trouble after I already showed the gang my passport.
Poetess: may be they wanted to know your real name?
Inner voice : my lady name is well unknown.
Or may be I have to convince in that too?
Poetess : what about your partners.
Inner voice : partners in crime.
Poetess : I like American dollars..
Inner voice : I never forget my mother,
Was my first tattoo.
Poetess : kiss me,
Because I am Canadian.
Inner voice : right now kiss my ass.
Poetess : you know, now you can transplant hair from your ass on your head,
I heard on the radio. .
