Currency

In the morning, bowing down at the door of Chruch, he asked

God agreed to dwell on my tongue all day long.

He walked hand in hand to the office.

He started drinking tea.

Like a rat caught unexpectedly in a trap

When the tongue stretches out and gets stuck on words

I expected a savior

who returned after lunch

He said that he had gone to sew his cut sandal.

A crowd of devotees will be waiting for the clock to wake up.

He beamed with a perfect smile.

With a snare tongue

As the tongue unit is pierced

In the evening, I kneeled at the same door.

There is no turning back to someone busy talking to a borrower.

I thought like this in my mind.

As a church from tomorrow

To the coin god

To network

Then, for the first time,

He needs to be reined in.