A small poem for someone who is addicted to gambling. The sheller is a man, not a man, but a bane for the present shell; it has set off a shell at sunset, leaving the berjung people on the streets. Gambling, greed, poverty, thieves. Description of the image

A small poem for someone who is addicted to gambling.

The shell is a man not a man,

Only for the sake of this shell to make the bane;

It sunset scored shells,

Leave the streets of the Beyron people.

Gambling, greed, poverty, thieves. The image illustrates the face of an intoxicated gambler.

Those who are addicted to gambling have four qualities: hungry, thirsty, pinched, and seated. Any one of them hurts. So they are people and not people.

Why do you want to gamble, because you are greedy, want to get it without work, don't you know, there is no winner in long-term gambling. In the casino, raw hands are afraid of skilled hands, skilled hands are afraid of masters, masters are afraid of thousands of hands, and thousands of hands are afraid of chopping hands. Regular gamblers don't have winners, just imagine, you win, what do the bookmakers eat and drink?

Decibels out of poverty. Poverty is the only way for long gamblers. How about being poor? Beyron thief, what a bitch! Hahaha, now the streets are full of electronic eyes, cameras, it is not easy to be a thief!

The bitter sea is boundless, and the back is the shore. Zenza, Zenza!