Stand up, you better get up!
You are such hooligans, suckers!
Fill yourselves with space,
Your room, illuminate with light,
Wash, eat, dress,
And now fuck, from morning to work,
To do a useful, necessary work,
And do not moan,
And do not whine,
We live far away, not in a fairy tale,
And here nowhere, not smeared with honey.
People died right on the steps of the pyramid,
They were thrown down,
And they dragged the stones further,
There are still so many, you need to do it,
Labor to facilitate, the way to future generations,
Who build, the way from the thorn to the stars,
Fucked forever, with a shit, a ruined planet,
So that you never know what grief is again.
Stand up, you better get up!
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2018
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