In black and white
Thank you, God!
For this life, it`s more precious
Than you ever knew it yourself
Thank you, God!
Thank you, God!
For this life and for patience
Of Soviet Community Health
For the patience of nurses,
For sweets and for hope of the Mum
Spanish bitch!
I`m six, now i know that
She will never come
I am a hero. Not proud:
I just have no choice
I am a hero. No doubt
When you`ve got only voice
Got no legs and no arms
Docile to your mind
You are helpless and cripple
It`s hard to be kind
You are moron
The king of the morons!
With your chamber-pot as a crown
In this country you`re lost
You are foreign
Foreign moron! A little clown
Thank you, God!
For the truth you tell me
Thank you, God!
For my cheerful friends
Thank you, God!
For you never spell me
Thank you, God!
For your tender hands
I am at the bus-stop
With my strong-willed lover in tears
Someone jogs me into slop
I`m sorry for lover`s fears
I remember you, drunked sailor,
Your fraternal words –
Just hold on!
Everyone is his own jailer
Spanish bastard
I play a don
Thank you, God!
For this body of a broken doll
I am strong. I`m a hero.
Thank you, God!
I`m not kidding at all.....
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Isn't easy to write...
Your poem is very vital and bright...
I'l be glad to see You on my page - something in English too...
My best wishes to You
Гавриил Иваниченко 01.02.2007 14:52 Заявить о нарушении