Cabaret Poem by Chan Mongol

CABARET


What we have in common to make fun?

Not even seventy nine and twenty one!

We could go with fifty fifty percents;

We could go with much closer distance.

No common language for Communication;

One in London another from Babylon.

Why everything is in my expenses?

And the beneficiary is in cabaret dances!

It's a dream to try to touch the sky;

Invest some to get some to go high!

Once, sex was the common language;

Something different goes in the old age!

You think that I discriminate you;

You never knew that you are empty, zero!

I am sorry because, you are so unhappy;

Free ride from your kind already finished me!

I can't play as the God or, a Prime Minister.

May the President or God be your rescuer!

But they don't at all, care or, do they?

And for them, you always vote and pray!


By Chan Mongol
January 4 of 2023