the corruption [Theme] Page 3

- You think I'm a slut?
- Everybody's a whore, grace, we just sell different parts of ourselves.

The embodiment of the American Dream: to turn her life into a commodity that can be sold.

Paper surface oblivia
pen end of the lip - poet,
how the ***s ruble
lives with the word any.

We all traded a seriously. Every one of us. Just one sells body another time, the third work, the fourth his soul. And what is worse: physical or spiritual prostitution is a separate issue.

Everything is bought and sold,
And life openly laughing at us.
We detest, we resent,
But selling and buying.

No reliable shelter
Hide in the woods, not lost,
If you sold someone
Guts for nothing.

Who among us has not sold? We all somehow Dodge to live.

You don't know Panikovsky! Panikovsky you all sell, buy, and sell again, but expensive!

The corruption has become a weapon of mediocrity, filling all, and the tip of her weapon, you will feel everywhere.

The corruption is everywhere, talent is rare.

The number of people willing to sell themselves, is growing by leaps and bounds. I have the feeling that they either cloned by the government for clandestine factories outside the Moscow ring road, or are sending to the earth by aliens.

In a market economy, parents are willing to sell anything, not making exceptions, even for their own children.

All are at maximum. But in the end sold on the circumstances.

But on the bed the same faces.
Older, younger,
Cheaper, more expensive.
It's all the same
A pound more or pound less
Regardless of gender and rank.
It is a world of prostitutes
And bribed men.