Аннотация: Авторский перевод стихотворения "Счастье без налогов".
Rich Richard has become a bum,
Undone by twists he couldn't sum.
He bet it all upon a mare
Whose viral dance became a scare!
Farewell, caviar! Farewell, jet set!
No gems or dreams to place a bet.
Beneath the bridge the beggar sleeps,
A plushy snake he tightly keeps.
Yet Rich is merry, fresh and free,
Forgot his business frenzy spree:
"No cash is cool, who would have thought?
No taxes paid, no troubles bought!"