Stop, my friend, a-wanking,
Raise your lightless eyes
Like a crazy monkey
To the starless skies.
Can you feel this longing?
Do you feel the same?
Or you think I’m going
Just a bit insane,
Cursing the existing’s
Such an earthly bound –
Eating-kissing-pissings?
All my poems sound
Like a barking dog –
Such a fucking feature
Of idiotic god’s
Idiotic creature
gnostical turpitude
© Copyright: Кай Врагнародов, 2010
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