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Fresh masterpiece of the star of Uglich poetry! For you, connoisseurs of beauty: I rode today in a minibus, I was sitting in the back seat. It would seem that blasphemies do not go, But someone has napperded in the interior. I tried in vain to overpower The lock of that minibus window. And on the salon grows Meanwhile, the smell of shit. Stinky, like the asshole's ass, Sudden, like a back blow, I permeated every cell That stink-fecal kumar. Stinked as if in a salon Gafurov Said was lying. Suffering passengers Even Hades was sympathetic. My nose was tearing apart, A fecal fire burned in it. Smeridit is so, it happens, in July Not every Tatar market! But here is my stop, Oh gods, the salvation has come! Friends, do not fart in minibuses That all of us were fine. Добавить комментарий: |
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