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Outlined the street, the night went to the city
Only I am alone, I am inquired and young
And I am a poet, I write poems, folding the lines
And the battered hour is already sitting above the empty leaves

Here is a question about what to write in the 21st century
What can tremble in a new person?
Cupid arrows have long been in the fly
And not write about shit, flash drives and iPhones!

I wonder if I lived in our time Pushkin,
What would he write to the fiery girlfriend?
Sorry Natasha Mall, I can not come
Chapters. Editor sat down - Yebana Dandruff!

And Dostoevsky in the machine to a penny would merge,
Gogol would have frown on porn sites
Fucking on the ponds Mikhail Bulgakov
From the fact that there is a similarity of witches and gourdalakov

Yeah, do not say! World turned upside down!
Mozart himself in Kabaska vodka was trampled,
Salvador so generally, well, what was given,
In the transition for the mustache, Pizdulyu would give!

Well, the world around the poet comes out
There is no more routity, and there is no Assoli!
No love like a Finnish knife striking brothers
With a melted windy no one to fight!

And what about what to write, if not about it?
Inspiration What to look for? No fucking!
No notes in the window and songs under the balcony ...
So I will do about shit, flash drives and iPhones!