349. U no foreign writer

What about U?
N why I told to,
Because I can see,
Than u wanna be. 

But,
So easy
For cut.
They little busy...
Not for me
Tell some ,,Fee,,.

What's the matter with you, greatness?
And why I'm talking?
For me you at now faceless,
Suddenly, I'm smoking.

Don't try to be more
Without learning your language, ignore.
Without getting to me,
You may see,
Look the word feed.
What has the Russian close lid?
Or has she lost her ditch?
You are a verbal witch?

Run forward without respect
Their relatives, their harvest.
When you write, you need a rhythm.
When you write, you look for rhymes.

It's not for me to teach you!
I have a limp leg myself
Things not a sea, no rich blue
Indignation breaks some percents.

Where in your ,,endless,,
The rhyme of the Britains?
The one they're proud of with success,
Search your surname.

They always!
Between words
Like a godness
Another worlds.

Light up with a translation
Not cutting pathetic syllable
At the table on operation,
So that the rumor be able

Of the underground is growing,
She weaves cunning
intrigues like a spider and net,
Like a state with a law yet.

Small poem is primitive.
But, in schools
Somebody learn negatives,
Don't know this rules.