WHO ARE YOU?

Who are you? But you are nothing,
Only shitted shape of stone,
Only that through stomach passing 
As the descendants poops of Rome,
Or from Sweden, or from where
Where nobody exists,
Only frog that looks like mere
and parameters her meets. 

Who are you? And what demanding,-
Power, money, and perhaps
Vice-versa, money, money,
Demonstrating independence;
Money powerful is impulse
To revolutionize your fist,
But to look so nice, so simple,
Recognize in hands the tit.

Who are you? Abase and dying,
In the mirrors fading face?
Who are you who always trying
To escape from your disgrace,
Who are you to be the loud one
And to demonstrate your cry
When you cannot move the tongue
Even when your tongue that try.

Who are you? Shut up and listen,
And accept my will and say,
You are something that was missing
In the past that still remain.
You are nothing, giving croaking
And thus conquering the swamp
And by this your gins  provoking
To have nothing for to swap.

Who are you?       

(Надоело. Не хочу больше.)