Сатана Печет Блины - человек и поэт
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I compose this poem
In front of an open chicken window
He is not yet but I don't believe him anymore
And I did not believe a day

Like all poetry, however
Creeped when
It's just a selection of stupid lines
A person needs food

Man needs calories
to twist the wheel with your feet
if someone is a poet, then woe to him
The poet carries nothing

Neither social meaning nor cargo
Unless nonsense and nonsense
for man a poet of burden
A shame of the poet

man is neither hot nor cold
neither from Yamba nor from chorea
man and hot and cold
From the battery

A person must live properly
so that it gives the warmth of the battery
From birth to the cemetery itself
working without regretting

And then they are executed with more than
His needs are basic
While every ridiculous verse
It is filled with stupid phrases

Paphosa bile and slander
And groundless words
not related to simple
real life

A shaly poet you are an empty place
Empty maxims emitting
While a person of labor is everywhere
every day it works out the previous one

and you are standing at the open window
You look at the grayness of the sky summer
ashamed of the sky is not for the person to be issued
to stare at him

the sky is hanged for us by the party
so that it was easier to realize the ceiling
If you can't realize him
then your place in the square

Where is a person gathering in the evening
To watch the executions how you are like
ashamed of the poet loop is provided to you
The loops are stronger than your poems

I am completing this poem
The old coffee shop at the entrance
And in some ways I even believe him
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