
Pasternak*, vampire style
Over the years, everything will be bloody
And rules his wretched feast
In the years of fearlessness and powerlessness,
But the sign from the signs:
Scale of local greatness
It is not a way of thinking, no, no
And the very fact of its presence.
The denunciation is raging like diarrhea
Burlit, like Witch Varev,
And the bottom in Russia is not one-sir,
And break through - do not break it ...
The ino -agent became Rosbalt;
Say, "Republic" **, with hopes;
"Memorial" *** - Gang mining,
They are not eventually detained
The country is again equal to itself
But the case of Zuev is more clearly:
Not seeing your log
They found a straw in his eye.
He was loyal, but smart -
And tired of the supreme mummies:
After all, the slogan of current times -
Loyalty in pairs with low -sight.
Such times have come
That even Shaninka is inappropriate
(Although she does not like it -
Make another, who interferes with something?).
The brains are now not to the court
And, so to speak, the abyss of them opened:
At the meager current feast
It should only be sweet.
Educators are not sparing,
The era rejects Zuev:
In the days of the cold rain
It is naive to run between his jets.
Have the experience of Sobchak
Chubaisa Mind and appearance Zbruev -
The latest Cheka will not give
Leave from Zev Ambzuryev.
You are unchanged, old friend,
Reincarnation of Rasplyuev -
He hates everything around
Superior to his snot.
Their system is hammering everyone in a row,
Equal from the block to Klyuyev,
He will trample you to hell,
No matter what point to kiss him.
He wants to make a sample
His wretched Kukuevo,
Be an honor, conscience, father,
So that the world is divided by his mind!
Oh, these wet dreams!
But replace Zuev
You can't, Darling, nor you,
Neither your office (the manuscript breaks on this).