автор: slona

( на Наталия Андреева )
they still think
they can teach
and preach
from the pedestals
of their pre/ post preposterous
totalitarian
or vegetarian glory
sorry
they are on the brink
to pull the string
of our paternal bonds
and call us
immigrants
and vagabonds
they want to
wet their greedy beaks
in our blood
and our deeds
and hold a horsetail
moral whip
in loose
and alcoholic grip
and if We meet
you choose the spot
I’ll bring
my simple butterbrot
we can agree
or let it be
the twisted
twister
Auntie Death
will come
for all of us
поред
but if you
little funny dudes
decide to play
with our roots
to rattle prattle
and to yell
where Heaven is
and where is Hell
and tell us
who is bigger who
and what we must
and must not do
then
Orlov Most
is falling down
falling down
falling down
the farewell will read
indeed
( tersely )
perch on someone else’s fence
get out of here
and no offense