Mean equality. Collection of poems
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© Alexander Nevzorov, 2017
ISBN 978-5-4485-0004-6
Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero
Mean equality
I went to the store yesterdayThe ConstitutionBefore the fortieth articleVery quickly, I reachedHere about the right to housingAbout me, eh-myHomeless – for life I carryProudly your titleThere is no roof or cornerThe share of the bomb is hardWithout a propiska you’re a friendWorse than any goatAt work do not takeWithout a piece of paper,You can not become unemployedIt is not necessary and hereAnd you can not voteYou can only chew foodWhat is given from the TV screenYes, drinking wineAnd the damned courtsNot syudy, but all the tudasAnd the homeless vagabondOnly to wait from them troublesConstitution, Hooray!I have long been timeTo have any accommodationBut there arose a holeA small such flaw —Constitution for thoseWho is the most equal to allWho is the average of manyThe rest of all – from the screwThe situation is simpleThe Law isAnd behind the Right is EmptinessHomeless unhappy waiting for a cornerConstitution – the needleDo not sit down betterWait for the end, everything will hide the fog…Shooted Boeing
Malaysian Boeing FallsBeech missile hitGod in heaven at this timeProbably slept soundlyGod do not disturb in vain,Man is just a louse —Here is your votePlus even more liesWho is to blame for the executionCan switchman from watOr the one from the TV screenWhat always screams «Viva»You just did not say anything.And your quay is calmAfter all, not you then a rocketThe life of people easily finishedThere will be a righteous judgment of GodThe defendants will be brought to the hallScarcity and swaggerThey will not be saved from tortureIt’s your fault, and you and IWe repent, friendsSo after all with a black stone in the heartIt is impossible to live absolutelyThe Crimea
Peninsula (island) CrimeaA ghost, a ghost, a smoke…Will you be close and dearOr will you be a stranger?Everyone shouted here «Krymnas»With saliva and squeal as muchWho was silent and shrugged his shouldersTake those on a pencilFar, but the output is simpleWe will build the best BridgeTo the oligarch – privilegesUngainly mobile – to the postBloom our new landEnjoy, light upHow to sit under the udderDesnys in the blood yourself rip offCrimea you are mine for a long timeAnd I can say one thingOn you who warms his handsI probably do not careThe Black River
Do you remember our last eveningHow brightly the dawn burnedIt seemed like an unnecessary meetingThe words were said in vainКонец ознакомительного фрагмента.
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