Unfortunately, I'm not a Chekhov girl,
I drink and swear.
You just cliched me,
Now stare at me.
Unfortunately, I'm not perfect
I have my own cons of course.
Someone Says she's crazy,
I can throw out sometimes surprises.
Unfortunately, I'm not a prose genius
And I don't write to order at all.
How the Mimosas will bloom in the soul,
I'll tell you about it then.
Fortunately, I'm a simple girl
And there are no phenomenal talents.
I think how to earn money,
Avoiding Fatal blunders.