Как мне кажется, оценки, возникающие после прочтения этого стихотворения, чётко делят людей на оптимистов и реалистов.

my friend William is a fortunate man:
he lacks the imagination to suffer
he kept his first job
his first wife
can drive a car 50,000 miles
without a brake job



he dances like a swan
and has the prettiest blankest eyes
this side of El Paso

his garden is a paradise
the heels of his shoes are always level
and his handshake is firm

people love him

when my friend William dies
it will hardly be from madness or cancer
he'll walk right past the devil
into heaven

you'll see him at the party tonight
grinning
over his martini
blissful and delightful
as some guy
fuсks his wife in the
bathroom

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