MONK SONG

When i sat in the cell,
and the ringing of monk bell
got on nerves and crawled into my ears,
so, i did not feel well
‘cause of that Goddam bell
splashing sounds around and near.

And i fled to the fields
far from towns and mills,
swapping long-skirted cassock for jeans,
brat, imagine how it feels
in the place of silence and thrill,
under cover of the flocking wings.

And i reached an old farm,
Jo-Jo used it to run
that hell ruled a decrepitude treasure;               
but he’d a pointed gun
and it made me to run
and forgot of the weakening leisure.

Oh, he turned out to be a mess,
biggest shit in the West,
making some lazy shots in my direction;
i considered for the best
to take away my poor ass
without holes in my jeans on this action.

And returned to my cell,
to my sweat Goddam bell,
letting its chime again tear my ears.
In the safe and warm cell
i’d be really well,
drinking monkery wine. So, cheers!   
19.05.2020 г.