when a grasshooper is born,
i take a walk
to the violet side of the pilgrimage
trying to hide my penguinage
hearing the scream of the eternal scrimmage
obliterating superfluous rage
in a traditon of squashing armour
that existed long before the creation
and will surely make up for all the holes
in a dialectic economy assortment
...THAT'S MY WILL!!!
when a grasshooper is born
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2004
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