Sergei Trofimov. Bath (№ 391868)

I was lost in a public bath,
Just vanished, like the mammoth, goodbye, my babe...
The society soars, and in a stuffy fog,
Drunk attendant creates obscene rites.
Naked people insanely happy,
Carry beer on a platter, and does not hurt,
To in its head portion a pair of.
People still do not care if nothing.