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Driller's poemI don't know if you've got this, but i thought it might be interesting for the hosts of the site and they could post it to there articles: Chapter 1 Pessimistic Winter... cold... H2S... I don't feel my fucking ass Frog... woosley... snow.. rain... All my body's fuck in pain... Who can tell me: fuck, what for I've come over, shit, before? Maybe money? Fucking no! Freeze my ass in fucking snow? Pits and derricks... diesel ... oil... Pressure from Tengizchevroil No more drinking ... no more girls... Waiting for some other pearls... Later more bad news showed up- Everybody feel fucked up... Zero drinking, zero girls- That's the meaning of the pearls Fucking rig, shit, smiles and laughs, Fucking crew, shit, farts and coughs, Is that real? Who can say? Mud and sadness ... weeks to stay Chapter 2 Optimistic Red sunrise ... looks like dick head I'm alone (fuck!!!) in the bed Night shift's over... have a rest... That's the thing I like the best... I'm in order ... feeling good... Fucking stomach's full of food I'm quite happy... no headache Life looks like a piece of cake Fuck I'm grateful for Chevron For its care and so on... For its pressure, for its pearls, For the absence of the girls Shit, I know - I am OK Every fucking working day, I enjoy my days to flow Maybe, MUDness, I don't know. |
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