Drinking Vodka Makes An Angel Fall
A fallen Angel,
From among the chosen ones,
Tumbles along his way.
Smirnoff effect drags his feet,
To huddle at the corner of the street;
There, he swears his last.
Come on buddy,
A few more steps,
And, you’re home.
Tomorrow, have a single shot
Of vodka, or drink hot black coffee
Then, you will be okay.
If, you prefer….
Alkazeltser, take one not two
You’ll be fine, too. But…
Embrace yourself….
For Kathrina is here;
She’s in great rage.
She found a kiss mark on you;
And that’s really, really bad;
Hope versus hope, I think, you’ll live.
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