Extrasenses
I sell services of extrasenses
To mad people, who believe in tales
Who have money on all the expenses
- I work like a manager of sales
The main task is to talk with persuasion
I must play on feelings of the fools
They should think, that I am like an angel
Who will save them, outside all the rules
But I only want to get their money
And sometimes I win in this old game
Taste of victories is sweet like honey
I don’t feel a bitter taste of shame
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