You're going to rape me!
You have clasped my head,
Washed with a soup, doused, drained,
Have mercy! - no way!
Like a Panther you'll bite me,
Get drunk with my blood.
Strung up, can't figure it out,
Completely Re-format!
You'll override - I said so.
My unquarrelsome soul,
in the car you'll undress me,
and to the curb will throw.
It's alas - not a snorter,
nor fancies of my mind.
Shakespeare rules and shortly
He'll give me back to sky.
You re going to rape me!
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2019
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