Something very
great
She took Bill's
advice
And started to
meditate
The feeling was
pleasant
But it wasn't
just her brain
Like a bottle of
vodka
That passed
through
Russian hands
Pages of paper
Also achieved
emptiness
Then she took
Jill's advice
Borrowed the
Book of secret success
Her notebook
became empty
For one row less
She left home
shouting
I am for nothing
Nobody can help
When she came
out on the street
Old pretty lady
threatened to beat
One young couple
that was not discrete
On the next
corner the noise repeated itself
Two men couldn't
agree
Whose parking
place it is
When she
returned
Her head was
ready to burn
But from her
hand
She couldn't
drop the pen
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