Having been disappointed, tired, and wired
    I've dropped accidently my ivorish glasses
    And all circumstances together conspired 
    Have blown the chances and ravaged the assets.

    Running line haven't lost its abruptness and tempo,
    I've delighted embracing and radiant view:
    He has put down money - bought cheapest invented, 
    Later cynically shorted lunch-over-pursuit. 

    Sharks pathetically sank in immense non-defenses,
    Getting nailed, caffeinated, affected and screwed.
    Wearing frosted erratically, shattered lenses
    I'm statistically neutral and watching the feud.

    P.S.
    No critics or grins. We are sick of advisers.
    I feel next. Not according, -- comes never, in spite.
    I'm reloading my fucking best analyzer
    And I'm feeling alright, join me drinking tonight.


2004
TA