Hey you, fat-bottomed pigs,
Please, mind cracks on your cheeks.
You role between the benches of White Hall,
Like in game named "pinball".
You hit your fists against fat chest
Telling fairy tales,
And "fuck you all with damned requests,
Males and females".
I know you try to be of use,
You try to ease the life,
But all the power you abuse
Cuts without knife.
I wish you lived in a pig farm
And slept in your own shit,
'cause all you do is only harm,
So you deserve to be in it.
Viva justitia!
© Copyright: Пилипенко Сергей, 2010
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