and that stupid bureaucracy,
and you, eaten by immoral edge of gluttony.
and you, passing through rainy parking lot with no coat or cup of tea.
and the smell of blood, smell of slops, smell of everyday life.
Feeling guilty, lack of the guilt, and banks,
loneliness and misunderstanding,
And me, through the ocean of noise, trying to get a job.
I would like to.