K... response to a poem by I. Gusarov

(here lies the poem that inspired me
http://www.stihi.ru/2004/11/21-745)

G: What have you done?
K: What’s wrong?
G: You blind?
What did you promise her for this?
K: Please, dear, would you be so kind
To tell me what has gone amiss?
G: You’re faking it! I know you’re lying!
You freak!
K: Now, let us not offend…
G: Explain it to me now!
K: I’m trying…
But will you try to understand?
G: What did you do?
K: That’s not the issue…
G: Oh, sure it’s not!
K: Will you shut up!
Just let me speak, and get a tissue,
You’re crying like a little pup.
G: Of course I’m crying, I have feelings,
Unlike you…
K: I can feel, all right.
G: Especially after those killings…
I bet that you can’t sleep at night.
K: I told you, I killed no-one.
G: Liar!
K: Maybe, but still I did not kill.
G: Maybe you even kill for hire!
K: I never go against my will.
I’m tiring of all these speeches…
It’s late and we should go to bed.
Life’s cruel, but it always teaches…
G: You murderer, I want you dead!
K: Stop saying this.
G: What’s wrong? You frightened?
K: A kitten scares me more than you.
Alright, you want to be enlightened?
The morning comes, and we’ll be through.
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G: You’re mad! How could you?
K: I’m a minion…
It’s done, and there’s no going back.
G: You said you had your own opinion!
K: No, that’s the only thing I lack.
G: But what about the high ideals?
The morals that you used to preach?
K: To that I’d rather making deals
On things that I can often reach.
G: Oh, what monstrosity!
K: Be quiet…
G: Now I know what you really are!
You bastard!
K: I don’t want a riot…
I’ll leave you here without a scar…