Костя Носов - Опасные люди
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Every poet, it is true,
Has skeletons in their closet;
And each, of course, has stories
They’re eager to impart.
But prying into a poet’s soul
Is a most ill-omened deed;
For they might just—quite harshly—
“Caress” you for your pains.
You won’t find a man more fearsome
Than the humble woodcutter;
He may be short on words,
But his hands possess great strength.
To offend a woodcutter
Is a most ill-omened deed;
He could hide his offender
Deep within the bushes—for a long, long time.
Dangerous people...
Dangerous people...
Dangerous people...
You approach a builder with a shovel
With the utmost caution;
And you speak without profanity—
Lest he take it the wrong way.
An offended builder
Has little taste for conversation;
And who, then, would ever find you
Once you’re buried in the concrete?
Dangerous people...
Dangerous people...
Dangerous people...
There are professions many and varied—
Some serious, some dangerous;
Yet for every person,
A proper approach can be found.
So you’d best just keep on smiling,
And don’t go asking for a beating;
And then, so many problems
Will resolve themselves without a fuss.