Not Enough Poem by Galina Italyanskaya

Poor guy, you're blооdy rich;
Even Forbes doesn't know how much!
One may dream of your fortune, which
You take every chance to enlarge.

New technologies, oil and gas,
Modern weapons and, maybe, drugs -
Many ways to achieve success,
Many efforts to top the slugs.

You were taught from the early years
To despise them, the vulgar herd.
Take the best from the world! No shares!
It's for trade, not for breaking bread.

And to please your exclusiveness
Simple kindness is not enough.
Although, if you can't buy some love,
You can certainly pay for sex.

You believe in the power of gold.
You believe, it's your joker card.
So you've stamped the name of God
On your monies, not in your heart.

Never tired of being a slave
Of your endless excessive claims
You look serious as a grave,
Feeling tired of something else.

Go to bed, which is pure down!
But somehow it can't give a rest.
Will you order another one?
You've got twenty of them, no less.

Sleeping pills, worth their weight in gold,
Make you dream of a poor girl
Dying slow of hunger and cold
On the other side of the Wall…

Sirens wailed around the block.
What is sinking inside your chest?
It's your heart like a lagging clock.
It's your Death, unexpected guest.

We are peers in His lethal clutch,
And your power was a bluff.
Immortality is too much -
All your money is not enough.

Never mind, if you missed it:
Nothing worthy of bitter tears,
'Cause Eternity isn't sweet,
If there's no one to share it with.

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(Ukhta,29 Jan 2016)