Nuclear

We now have such a world order that there is no world, and there is no order

The time has passed the tricks and mysteries. The open text is Jahnu, like “Kalash”, that our password is now a world order. Our order. The world will also be ours. A visual story in Russia. We have in order to admit our sons, in the era of turning point there is a symbol Vladimir Solovyov. He announced, radiantly and smooth, that for six years (or twelve years?) We now have such a world order that there is no peace, and there is no order.

- The world order! - Given to the abysses. World order! Nuclear steel. There is in this word the march of iron, the dawn of the gods and the loins of Rifenshtal. Enough words, concessions tired. Move, Mr.. Studge, Musyoye. We now have such an order in the world that the world is nothing, but the order is everything. World order! - The passage of God. World order! It is necessary. Whoever is with evil - we will destroy who is good for us with good - all the more we will eat. We always beat you and saved you, our macho is Superman-universal, no one dare to about us like a vassal, we ourselves are sovereign, and you are a vassal. We dropped your former world like a marshmallow. Our leader is full of pride, like Sheikh. And this style is for twenty years, for forty or in general for a thousand, like ... (pass in the manuscript)

But I am a poet. I do not want attacks - that, they say, I'm in the rear, and everything is in battle ... I want to penetrate the world order and my love lyrics. At times of dubious and weak, humiliated, guilty without guilt - we talked about nondescript women: "She is worse than a nuclear war." Now, during the time of resentification, such comparisons are strange. The turn of another compliment came - "She is more beautiful than a nuclear war!"

You are slim
Like a winged rocket.
Deadly, like a "dagger", your thigh.
You throw off
joyfully undressed
clothes,
Useless as a pro.

Like this!
Tatars I remember Nepryadva,
Frenchmen,
As always, Berezina
And you are a goal
Like Putin's truth,
and also not covered,
How is she.

We are warriors.
We are always happy to battle.
It's a shame to work.
The battle is our motto.
Ask for mercy, creature!
Ask for mercy!
Now go to bed.
No, better become.

We are by nature
The same Kamikadze
Fans of risky pleasures,
And I
Like Slutsky - Kotrikadze,
Like Johnson - Lavrov,
Like Putin - all!

Enough idyllic pictures!
You will howl at night.
Love is a deadly duel,
As Tyutchev said, also a patriot.

Love - she is not sighs on the couch.
We have now, since everyone is going to us, -
treatment,
orgasm,
Education
They will go in nuclear war mode.

The Russians' love is a fight without idyll.
Get up like this - and I was chick, chick
I will enter you as we entered
To Paris, Berlin, Kabul, Novocherkassk!

With a toothy crunch, with a song about a battalion commander,
With the growl "from" Sarmat " - by the enemy!"

Sorry. I could once without this, but now I can’t even do it. Such is now the destiny of the rogue country that has grown a nuclear army: I can only repeat, and what else is not very good. Only repeat.