Макулатура - анатомия труса
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My mother gently kissed me
And I read the Bible for the night instead of fairy tales
I wanted to see her naked repented
cried over the fate of the expelled Cain

They hardly torn off my mother's dress
I was not loved by the children and educators
Raisa Evgenievna once broke her lip
Vitya Karpov Molkal in a snowdrift on every walk

then the school is the first toilet in which they dipped
every year the Marathon of humiliations to live until June
Do not get out of the class not to show fear
In the summer, the dacha encyclopedia in sixteen volumes

The institute became easier and studied
With a teacher of antiquity, he lost innocence
graduate school candidate orgies at the department
I am an adult to me forty shouting my mother

institute my fortress is here and I will die
imperceptibly went to the finish line
Knowledge of languages intelligence under one hundred and forty
Several important works of Gogol's sexuality

buried in the grave, but I lived with dignity
Fighted with ignorance was a warrior in his own way
The memoirs went out posthumously, I rolled over in the coffin
Their publishers called "Anatomy of a coward"

I am an intellectual I am an intellectual
Liquid shit flows in my veins
I despise the regime quietly and permanently
Thomas Mann and Proust strengthen my faith

someone is a warrior, someone a sage or a ascetic
and I replaced the intellectual genital organ
there are no passions and what kind of crook in them
All vanity all flows into sewage stock

In my youth, I wanted to become a hero even entered
Fighting some might
against the system against old cretins
which only needs the power of dirty money

organized a rally in his apartment
I hung a black flag from the window and threw the leaflets
in the window that hastened to slap slap
Shouting fagots into it so that you all die

The policemen came to me offered cooperation
I signed the paper and buried it with a chicken
Now I am a journalist in the program on television
I tell you how to understand politics

I found my wife among colleagues and with her after dinner
Closed the child for months flew like a second
the kid will be a Russian intelligence officer so I decided
swinging him in his arms, he was a heavy funny

While I was invented by the name, he praised me suddenly
Enough of me humiliation, I decided
Oh, you are a nits of a traitor, and, remembering your past,
I crumpled him in my hands and threw it out the window like a leaflet

I am an intellectual I am an intellectual
Liquid shit flows in my veins
I do not like voyages and in the power of loafers
But I love Nikita Mikhalkov since childhood