I will find you in Olgino,
shoot you from all the weapons.
overtake on my snowy Opel,
in circle will take you.
You'll stop finding me amusing,
and laugh as unserious.
and you will understand, my beauty:
I've been an adult for years on.
To play with me - I'll not allow,
Jealousy - is for the sick!
and by your precious bridle
don't pull me in!
or - you'll become a weeper
and will miss me at nights.
will suck chupachupik "Zhirik",
in my poems will stuck!
And by them - without a weapon -
I'll divorce you with husband - by words...
and at last you'll become my girl
under Demonic heaven.
I will find you in Olgino
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2015
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