Леонид Каганов: дневник

Said Donald Trump: “I will sell you my soul,
But first, pay attention—I set the control.
My list isn’t long: I’m not greedy at all,
Just grant me the shares that rule over Hell’s hall,
The metals and gems—rubies, sapphires so rare,
All power on Earth, plus the gold everywhere,
All land for construction, fur coats by the score,
Three centuries living—then die laughing, no more.
In Hell, my apartment must reign in high style,
I won’t burn forever—just four years on file,
A weak, gentle blaze and a small, cozy pot...”
And so Satan simply refused on the spot.