Where up or down?

When he saw at the square burning witch on fire,
He applauded smacking hands like pistol shots,
When he grabbed with bold hands an electric wire,
He was thinking that it would refresh his thoughts; 

Then he brought home a family of negro people
from the Niggertown to play some jumbo songs,
Then he hankered to suck beer of a woman's nipple 
like many other fellows did and called as lazybones; 

He adored to listen to the nervously vibrant night
scattering silver coins of the mocking-birds songs,
He pretended to be the black, but he was the white,
knowing that proceed like black was awfully wrong;
 
He just didn't want to skin through washing dishes,
hustling, jostling, begging some dough enough,
without getting a buck of it, even in imaginary wishes,
without buying some wine, some love, some laugh.

When he passed near shanties beckoned come inside,
with the brown lads standing at their entrances,
he remembered his oath given to behave right,
without brawling with diabolists, and even exorcism. 
   
He was strictly commanded to stay home all day long,
likewise predisposition for the testicles in the scrotum,
and when they all looked out for him, but he was gone,
hiding himself in the center of the city, or its bottom.

And while lounging about narrow and filthy streets,
learning the prodding sense of being caught and beaten,
he managed finally to separate the shits from the sweets,   
as to be skinned alive, cooked in pan, and eaten.

And since then, no one was pigging that place around,
bumming cigarettes, some booze, some girls, some dough,
the gossip went on that he trampled down another ground,
where he really was - up in the sky, or in the earth down?
26.06.2016 г.