Detested dead!
In shiny brand new car but with no root,
He is up to something,
Like a sneaky knout.
But found unweelered, would be not a thing.
If I just ask him,
Where will you go,
With such a speedy vehicle and doe,
But I will fall in doubt,
Spit in response,-
For snakes have got an instinct,
And connection with a traitor,
To drop off their hurtful sting.
And though I am aware that the doubt is painful,
Am looking what's got to do with it,-
With fear or unnecessary garbage,
Which, now, at all, I've got at all no need.
And in this scramble
For a life and garbage,
I vision all the nonsense the fight.
He's going on to rumage in his wheeler,
And I, for this, would have forgotten it.
Sergey Sogomonyan
07/2003
Detested Dead
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