Time, forward. Poem of rusty pelvis

< Viktor Shenderovich

Nikolishin with parallel
was not on the control,
because it served
rusty hips all whatsoever.
Nikolishin - heard that he
from daddy-Nikolishin,
and daddy Nikolishin -
it with flashing lights and a raincoat!
Here I lay, sleepless scholar, I,
protrudes outside the universe,
all unattended, arthritic,
and came to the last hour.
Right now there is something to unscrew,
be shaken, razlipnetsya
and cogs crumble ...
And then rusty pelvis.
Taz huge, rusty, my God,
will cover all directly alive -
and me and my mom with the Pope,
and the football club "Spartak";
Grandpa with glasses-lupoyu,
grandmother with her dog Tyapoyu,
aunt, mlyat, diploma-lipoyu -
All will cover only so.
He will cover our wells,
our scope neunavozhenny,
our factory nedoraspizhzhenny
and its products,
our "Lada" nedootlazhenny,
our "Nissan" Bonded,
and dad Nikolishin,
all that terrible.
Nothing! Under the pelvis, in the community,
spend the rest of eternity -
and without a chance, but in spirituality;
three-day, this and that ...
Our Christ - Generalissimo,
we podsdulis exalted,
We grown-snapped -
tea on Pruha blow over!
There will be people Okay!
We - habitation, Pindos - hrenushki!
Thank smelt yes whitefish,
an appetite!
All the faithful, suffering lazhami!
Gold will extract skis!

... Maybe we even survive,
If the pelvis does not arrive.
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