The Cold Dicks - 10 - Простоквашино 666
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Prostokvashino 666 (Uncle Fedor, dog and cat).

I wonder what Uncle Fedor was doing,
When did Matroskin and the ball closed his eyes?
Whether he wrote to his mother to rather take back from the village to the city
Or read Baudler “Flowers of Evil”?
where the demonian postman was looking for happiness,
During the time when he did not have a bicycle yet?
if in vodka - you answer, then I doubt
that this is the character of Uspensky, and I will say that, rather,
He looks like my grandfather in the mother line.
In life, disappointment was waiting for me:
Primary school, mathematical class, higher education
The steps of some kind of invented stairs.
I tried to hand over applied mathematics,
And you tried to hang yourself at this time;
At the exhibition of extremist literature, a cook book
I did not have time to read, my mother found, took it away and drew.
But she presented the last edition of the textbook “Accounting”
She said that with his help, it would be easier to pass the test,
Pass the exams, and leave the educational institution as a manager.

You tried to hang yourself from poverty
But it did not work, the parents dissuaded, begged to live
Although you already understood that something was closed in you, you were jerking off
And the birds scattered
as at those funerals of a demoniac postman,
When the ball howled on the moon, Uncle Fedor ate bone
And Matroskin, the drunk fell asleep on the graveyard.
People move from city to village,
in the hotels of output or less anger
Okay, let's say, Assumption was not a cattle
And in his books there were enough good humanist ideas,
But why did these ideas in your head last so little,
On exactly the day you first tried 18 degree port?
You liked it, although the taste is disgusting
But everything is better than re -read children's literature at 23
When it already seems that I understood everything in this world
Well, maybe only with the exception of God ...
I wonder if he remembers there about your poverty?
He himself actually reads at least something ...
or can follow the example of his son, ask for a crucifix on the cross
Victims are, of course, the right thing, but now they are not accepted.
victims are not contributions in foreign currency,
non -signature in a mortgage contract
And not even a discount on the presentation of the card.
The victim is when next to your tombstone
Homeless people gather: they hire at him and play backgammon -
Such a posthumous victim to the proletariat, yes
So that he has at least some freedom of space
And so that your wife was afraid to come here
and did not cook her pies from fucking dough
Adult literature from the nursery is distinguished by the one
that male dicks insert and take out in it,
insert and take out
insert and take out dirty anus into other people's
In childhood, you wrote good verses, and now there are some slander
If you look at you, then you are a good guy -
Almost like that boy from the village
Almost like Edik Uspensky.
Less, less, less think about death ...!
but just kill the fucking postman, take the pension
All this fucking village of “Spezdzheaevka”
Think about the fact that when Uncle Fedor closed his eyes,
The dog with a cat was torn to pieces.

Uncle Fedor, dog and cat, fucking postman!
Uncle Fedor, dog and cat, fucking postman!
Uncle Fedor, dog and cat, fucking postman!
Uncle Fedor, dog and cat, fucking postman!
Fucking! Fucking!
Fucking !!!