Never talk to a stranger

If you don’t want to be in a danger,

Especially with those

Who speak with a foreign accent.

You will never know what they really meant.

Even if they walk along the Patriarchal ponds

You’ll be , I am sure, conned.

Even if you wear a nice suit

You can be looted

Or hear an outshoot.

Even if they smell the best perfume

They will consume your place, your room.

And more: If you are a sensitive person,

You will just worsen the situation.

The temptation will grow,

Frustration you will show.

Motivation will disappear,

Especially if you tend to be a poet,

Who knows what a fate intends,

Who knows who is sincere, who pretends.

Long time ago all depended on God.

Today I anguish because of a fraud.

Now I think how to connect

The theme about ghosts and my poem.

My previous posts were hosts.

The cost was nothing.

Roasts are more expensive,

For some they are more offensive.

I now come back to the main point:

When you cross the road,

Anoint your lode

So that not to slip

And fall under a tram.

The ghosts can grip you.

Damn ! Damn! Damn!

I wouldn’t like to flam.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska

The 11^th of August,2011

Odessa, Ukraine