Vladimir Vysotsky. Our Life Has Lots of Edges.
Our life has lots of edges:
Goes the rocket through the space,
While nearby the police station,
Stands an auto for inmates.
In his spare time, the scholar
On Ibn Sina writes a rhyme,
While three topers in the store
Drink a bottle of red wine.
On the junkyard, several vagrants
Fight with no strong reason and bawl,
While a new play in the playhouse
Goes with no free seats at all...