Little God

< Sergei Anchutkin



Even if today, reproaching and too torn my style,
Even if today did not come to me, none of the rows -!
I'm sure my kitchen - with a wise smile and tea - waiting
Me fictional home (actually apartment) God

He's not old - I invented it six months ago
He does not divide people of faith, and the apartment - on heaven and hell ...
He has no sky, only a small - with socket - Bed
. My God completely nepriveredliv - he glad

. He does not punish anyone, although all - that's all right - see
. Is that the keys will hide - but it does hurt if
Or there is a glass break ... All the same, because it fortunately will
In general, the anger we have trouble. Do not know how to hate it.

But he came up with - himself! - These legends and myths,
After that Carol would have sounded quite truthfully.
What I now everything mermaids, dragons and hippogriffs?
(About the elves and orcs and did ask ugly)

Friends used to laugh - and now shakes his head,
Ask: what he is to you? I do not answer them.
I myself do not know why I compose it ...
But then I come home and my little God
He offers me tea.