Prayer

Go away, the opposition, from the streets, the hanging flag tuck. We all leaked, to which we touched. All hope is now on you

Ugly. Funny. Inappropriate. Thirst for power. Striving for money. And my poems, to be honest, were also exhausted: pure Demyan. Go away, the opposition, from the streets, the hanging flag tuck. We all leaked, to which we touched. All hope is now on you. On you, despising the couples, who does not want explosions and fights; On you, understanding better what we should do and how!

I appeal to you, an observer who lives his nook; The owner of the owner, the grier and viknuts, the absorber of the already minced minced meat, the teacher of kawaii children, the exposure of the protest march and other hopeless ventures! With the expression of squeamish-rooted eyes, you sat down, you sat down with a popcorn, and carefully look at us. Like a young man in a female society, I am lost, with an embarrassment, languishing. In comparison with your perfection, we are really freaks and scum. You, insignificant, you put us in place: we were recovered in an empty courage, and from our, in general, there is no sense in protest and there will be no other. If you think about it, we are UNTERMENSH. We got bogged down in a protest, we are getting less and less, and, of course, not the same come out. You yourself are partly liberal (the layman is such a priest); You do not like the Russian authorities, but not to love us, sorry! Take at least me, for an example, who was generally discouraged, nah: a journal, a fan of SS, fatty in short pants! And Nemtsov, an invariably persistent owner of terrible manners, is also Nuda, although not a fat, Chernomyrdinsky deputy prime minister? And Sobchachka, a glamorous diva, at the head of dissatisfied columns, that he looks at Yashin's fornicingly and keeps a million in the apartment? And Navalny, who does not hide a shackle with a cannibal nicknamed the State Department? And Gudkov, Keegebushnik yesterday, that in the square, his hands lifted, asks: “State Duma, where are you?!” - Together with the son of thirty years ... they would have to quit the State Duma "Mandates!" -And beautifully, worthy to leave, choosing a different road from the Socialist-Revolutionary Miserable Networks ... But they are not wrestlers, by golly! You can see the face, not wrestlers! And the Nazis, that with gays nearby, singing a cold anthem, walking along the boulevards in a parade, so it’s scary and ashamed of others? (You yourself respect the minorities, as office labor requires - but this is true at least! And Kasparov with an unclean grin? Everyone hates Kasparov: he was a good chess player, but his talent is clearly exhausted! How funny and shameful and sorry to observe this one of our million! Everyone would need a good stick, but the humane riot police regrets. Ugly. Funny. Inappropriate. Thirst for power. Striving for money. And my poems, to be honest, were also exhausted: pure Demyan. Go away, the opposition, from the streets, the hanging flag tuck. We all leaked, to which we touched. All hope is now on you.

On you, despising the couples, who does not want explosions and fights; On you, understanding better what we should do and how! They will write everything about your stunning form, grabbing iPads. Get up, beloved, go out into the street! Show us a cool creative! Well, you do not want the vulgar fools to be chopped into Europe?! To become the Minister of Culture, who offended all the footstep? So that we take a warm place, pushing the geobesh fighters, so that the fatty self and the curly Nemtsov become a symbol! So that we settle down against the laws and rules in the best places, so that Gudkov heads the ministry, and the Navalny dictator? To rule Kashin and Yashin-our new patashon; To make the image that it became terrible, became the surrounding world ridiculous?! If you yourself do not go to the square, instead of gay, I’ll replace it, because we will have to do so to the country to revive the country from ruins. Come out, dear, without fear, otherwise we will take the cabinet: these will collapse at the first shake, and, unfortunately, there are no others! Come out, our hero is perfect. You will solve a painful issue.

Otherwise, Sobchak and Navalny.

Plus, I myself am the head of the Ministry of Traffic.