Or_beti

drunk

Orbul noptii umbla bleg
suspinand ca nu-i intreg,
dup-o zi de mantuiala
spera la o orbecaiala,
gandind sa lase pofta-n cui
cazu pe branci, poftim cucui!
Dadea numai de belele,
crema de galbenele
il ajuta fara habar,
o scoase brusc din buzunar,
isi freca fruntea cu himere
sa scape-odata de durere.
Batu noaptea apa-n piua,
calca pe crapat de ziua
si de nu ferea prinsoarea
il pastea insuratoarea.

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