A fresh masterpiece of the star of Uglich poetry! On your court, lovers of beauty:

You flow like urine, our verbiage,
And on the tape posts, like a tangle.
Ah, Fifach, my Fifach, you are my bread on a platter and
Feet in the mouth, light beam, hell and blood of the moon.

Will come on pissy in your thread birds are great,
Pick shity - fucking hurry.
Ah, Anon-Tubareth, you are an anus many-faced,
Overlapping yours are above me.

From your love you can easily get rid,
A hundred spams per hour by placing barely.
Ah, Verbitsky, you're dick in the jugly vagina,
False Russia is your destiny.