Александр Щербина - Крыша
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The night below with peace breathes,
You probably probably
A fool to sit on the roof
Puffing the sky with a finger,
Reflect on the appointment
Star features
(linked constellations),
Exhaust yourself with a learning, -
Here to whom it is more useful.
Rumping in hearsay,
Imitate all your life an outcast,
And with this roof stupid -
Neither with the hand nor the foot.
Trying "or anything",
Follow yourself
And his own, sorry, libido
Bend, sorry, in a notebook.
There is on the roof, sleep on the roof,
Composing a rack
Erotic windows,
Sardonic cries.
This boredom once every six months
In that bucket for pieces of paper,
That in appearance - like a step,
But in fact - even worse.
For how much water is
Not a good thing - but everything is to no avail
Everything long ago is known
And laid out on the shelves.
So quit - yourself is more expensive
I got slaughtered - drive the brushwood,
Here is a recipe, maybe it will help,
Rude, but try:

Sit down in a stupa,
Help yourself with a panicle, like an oar,
Well, in a word, do you know this farm? -
They have been waiting for you for a long time,
Swanked: even widows
Not widow - just cry
Like cows ... However, that I am, -
Much worse than cows.
There is almost a crowd ofeling
There is also a disaster, in fact, -
In anticipation of the appearance
Yours - with a broom and in a mortar.
If you want, you will become a grandfather -lee,
If you want - a genie without Cesam,
If you want - Caliostro Count,
If you just want it - Don Guan.
Choose yourself by color -
At least Dunya, at least Diana,
At least spit on this
And appoint yourself shaman,
Knock on the tambourine with your head
The evil spirit of trouble, -
It will not be worse anyway,
Than to sit and finger heaven
To pick, sorry for yourself,
Heavier every hour
Either from thoughts, then from delirium,
Then from a harmful medicine ...

But by the way, to hell with this farm,
This fornication is provincial,
This cycatha proch
With stupid glory scandalous.
It is better to get a cycut
Or potassium cyania
From worldly worries and aspirations
Right to God, right for tea
Support, and in the skies -
They were waiting for you there again
There are crowded places of vacant,
Choose: write the tablets,
Ali ... Next on the list -
Choose a lot of goods:
If you want a brahman, yogis
We want ours - Jehovah,
You want - go to yourself with Allah,
You will be invisibly
And scare off an unclean fear
Voice Moujzins,
Or, for example, Buddha.
Or Krishna. Hari Rama!
Hari Krishna, Hari Mom
Hari soap Hari Rama ...
Well, how will it go and that -
Climb even higher.
However, above - again the roofs,
And again, all the same sky,
Picking with a finger,
You compose the same Virshi
Not creating another paradise
Handing this roof ...

In general, this is - the diagnosis is clear:
Exactly tomorrow - body removal ...
Everything. Forgot. The world is beautiful.
Good morning -
warmed.