МБ Пакет - Превращение
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Ivan Mechnikov did not kill garbage
He did not arrange a revolution
He started his family instead of a tractor
And he began to work out
Broken like a childhood crooked bear
Now with the same as he
Puffing in the boxes
The guy has grown
Threw off the cover of naivety
will follow in the footsteps of those who died in fifty dollars
No one is behind him
not coming
For he does not shine, he is silently fucking, greeting his neighbors
He has a girlfriend and friends
And probably it will soon become a son -in -law
high school students will not understand him
put a dizlaik and deputy will
But they will ever grow up someday
All these romantic teenagers from Moscow Cassiopei
They will come through thorns to the stars
And only anger will find there
Anger for the vainly leaned years
For shortness of breath and for a black hemorrhoid hole
Jesus will kiss them on the cheek, and they will hit him with a knife under the rib
After all, the subdiks have no place among the God -chosen people
I am like an extremist
misanthrope
And all around all honest decent people
Citizens of bastard
They still caught me and made me like that
but they did not fuck and did not beat, but simply forced to live with it

Waking up once
late in the evening
I realized that I was turning into something non-member
I looked at my civilian wife
it might be better if it became a fat
But she became a fagot
And I also became a fagot
We all became fagots

Waking up once
late in the evening
I realized that I was turning into something non-member
I looked at my civilian wife
it might be better if it became a fat
But she became a fagot
And I also became a fagot
We all became fagots

I woke up a huge bug like a Gregor Zamza
but not confused
I did not wrap myself in a bedspread
and did not climb under the bed
I continued to live, I'm used to
I drink Putinka, I sit on Kadyrovka
Nothing bad that I turned into a ugly beetle
After all, around the creature is also not the most gorgeous
Colorado beetles, unemployed bees
Combat cockroaches, anti-alcohol anti
butterflies with torn wings,
Dirty worms
dumb bloodwalls,
that large anthills fly to light
Kagaben moth and her manual bumblebee
My friend turned into a caterpillar
I climbed on her, awarded
Inside the globe of her belly
Larvae started
Ludomed doctors
Then they cut these failed jerks off
Find out what is better for life
Anarcho-commun-and-capitalism
or another scum
Siberia, information era
Jewish-European wisdoms do not work here
While they argued whose gulag more humane
I have already hit a hundred grams and hit the nirvana
I hear some man hollowing from above
In the morning he drills holes in the walls
in the evening it will drill a hole in a neighbor
with whom the hole in the herring will not share
The hole in the ass
The hole in the toilet
A hole on the road
A hole in a bottle
A hole in the mittens
A hole in the well
the hole is in who order
A hole in Kalash
A hole in the rocket
A hole in the pipe
HOLE HOME
A hole in the syringe
A hole because of nasvaya
A hole in the srylen
A hole in the president
A hole in the premiere
A hole in me
In the society of reasonable insects, the hole is a sacred symbol
The one who controls the hole controls the Russian world

Waking up once
late in the evening
I realized that I turned into something non-member
I looked at my civilian wife
it might be better if it became a fat
But she became a fagot
And I also became a fagot
We all became fagots

Waking up once
late in the evening
I realized that I turned into something post-member
I looked at my civilian wife
it might be better if she was born a fat
but she was born fagot
And I was also born fagot
We were all born fagots here