I will not simple boy, i will hero
a well body, well soul in here where
pink flowers of heathers soar under the skin
where the wind tumbles and dances like madman
where i lost logic a found cross-vision
I will not be a serious, this is an adult ignorance
fashionable to be a dunce
and this killing me, bans me, flans
choke at gain blood, pub was plain slap
in my brain wander goo and bal du caprise
prince is flying over helmet peace, drain us
in flask cherub, bless it delivery it sound so
rye comfort in a jug cool spring, jug a wing
I will not simple boy
© Copyright: Алексей Петренко 1, 2014
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