Dusk slowly creeping into the dark
night that waved in a whisper
to get drunk on the corner
spend matters
the crowding-packed
jostle
in mind the already clogged
ah, forget, forget it
drunk makes us forget
we love who cornered
become tangled yarn
that can not be described
because we already know
we are unemployed
and only rely on
compassionate allowances
from a country already on edge
bankruptcy of May