Book: Zahoditi. Page 3

Perelivy
From a sieve,
Only
Please
Be careful!

Who wants
Honestly
To draw
He should
Something
Risk!

"Better than Pushkin did not write it,
Better than God did not create" -
If the truth you say
Then why do you live and breathe?

Do not worry
Of their features!
Take care
About their abilities!

Cleverly arranged
White light;
There may be all - any subject
(From defeats to victories)
And to bring benefit and harm...
Take food - sometimes harmful.
Talking about the dangers of wine. (?)
Sometimes - and this is no secret -
Love itself is harmful!
But sometimes a useful poison
And hail,
And nuclear fission
And, as some say,
Useful even hell...

Critic exclaimed,
Ears patting:
Well, poetry!
No comparisons, no tropes!
What is this -
Excuse me, -
For the author?
No synecdoche,
No metaphor,
No allegory,
Neither of metonymy -
All straight,
As in the textbook of chemistry.
Where he
At least one metathesis?
Where is she? Where?
And need to desperately!
Images - figushki!
To argue in vain,
That ugly -
It is ugly.

Shows
Each page:
Our author
Not afraid
Not afraid!
It's nothing
Not afraid! -
He is not afraid even to make fools of ourselves!

- About me
There can be no two opinions:
No doubt -
I, undoubtedly, a genius.
But
Since I'm still modest,
I would say modestly:
I'm a phenomenon.

To write without rhyme and rhythm,
Even easier than singing with a microphone:
There is no voice,
And then - and more talent...

We are not hiding, according to the book:
Is the poet
Some little minds,
But he, poor man,
Much exhausted,
Until the first line made it...

- Dark, foggy...
What does it all mean?
- Yes, the fact that the author
The two of us fooled!

- When shameless-acrobat
With the majestic sounds of "Moon"
Shows us your ass
(And along with forehead of iron);
When we look at the screen
And present us with screen
Familiar since childhood novel
In the processing scribbler;
And Director comprachicos
Othello without Othello puts.
(Why? Meaningless question:
This show will glorify him!);
All this scum is aware -
Now, when fragmented atom,
Maim can the idiot
And what genius creates -
Everything was finished!
- Do not boil.
In the end,
One the fate of all creators!
The Lord is patient and told us:
After all, he think! - the whole universe
For you and me do not regret
Exercise mortal thoughts...

Oh my God, how much we can say
One who two words can not bind!..

As we Shepherd
Settled,
The whole day
He played - had fun
On the wheezy played
Yeah the tune,
Singing
Jokes, Yes jokes:
Turu ru, Turu-ru -
I'm going to die someday!
Turu-Turu, Turu-ru,
I will someday die...
On the wheezy played
The flute,
And the neighbors were literally severely:
Turu ru, Turu-ru,
I'm going to die someday!
Turu-Turu, Turu-ru,
Maybe tomorrow morning...
Fun Cowgirl -
And throws people into shock...