Dmitry Bykov. (№ 189966)

So, I remember, in Soviet times,
In the latest seizure, in the senseless rattle,
To deal took with people all
And the main danger became a hippie.
They population meant well after all,
no one saw harmless folk,
but it was in the country, nothing to fix,
But it was necessary though something to fight for!
Here and today: and the rating went up
And cash flow, and silent congregation,
And more the country will never take:
Everything is either pointless or dangerous.
On the background of chocolate cream
We are media fed to vomit, -
Left alone rebellious emo
Yes, in a black leather-clad Goths.