Mean equality. Collection of poems

© Alexander Nevzorov, 2017

ISBN 978-5-4485-0004-6

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

Mean equality

 
I went to the store yesterday
The Constitution
Before the fortieth article
Very quickly, I reached
 
 
Here about the right to housing
About me, eh-my
Homeless – for life I carry
Proudly your title
 
 
There is no roof or corner
The share of the bomb is hard
Without a propiska you’re a friend
Worse than any goat
 
 
At work do not take
Without a piece of paper,
You can not become unemployed
It is not necessary and here
 
 
And you can not vote
You can only chew food
What is given from the TV screen
Yes, drinking wine
 
 
And the damned courts
Not syudy, but all the tudas
And the homeless vagabond
Only to wait from them troubles
 
 
Constitution, Hooray!
I have long been time
To have any accommodation
But there arose a hole
 
 
A small such flaw —
Constitution for those
Who is the most equal to all
Who is the average of many
 
 
The rest of all – from the screw
The situation is simple
The Law is
And behind the Right is Emptiness
 
 
Homeless unhappy waiting for a corner
Constitution – the needle
Do not sit down better
Wait for the end, everything will hide the fog…
 

Shooted Boeing

 
Malaysian Boeing Falls
Beech missile hit
God in heaven at this time
Probably slept soundly
 
 
God do not disturb in vain,
Man is just a louse —
Here is your vote
Plus even more lies
 
 
Who is to blame for the execution
Can switchman from wat
Or the one from the TV screen
What always screams «Viva»
 
 
You just did not say anything.
And your quay is calm
After all, not you then a rocket
The life of people easily finished
 
 
There will be a righteous judgment of God
The defendants will be brought to the hall
Scarcity and swagger
They will not be saved from torture
 
 
It’s your fault, and you and I
We repent, friends
So after all with a black stone in the heart
It is impossible to live absolutely