Originally from the Zone

Here they ask me to move, like freeing up the dance floor of life
movement of the pelvis. Politely, with respect. This, they say, is very important to me...
I think like this: if only a laser pointer guides you through life,
the question is - for what purpose is HE aiming at you?
If the brooding, beardless Buddha pricks me, what will happen to me for this terrible matter?...
We suffered like on Monday. The cheap prosthesis creaked loudly.
I remember one of us was sober...
On electric train roofs in full height,
stowaway style from Mytishchi shouting “we are legion!, like a thousand thousand,
give me a living!”.
Stick a knife into my liver. And again!, turning away his face.
Here someone has an opportunity.
What suit came out? How did 'rams' turn out?
...As a sex assistant for a weak oligarch, who squeezed his balls with hot fingers, examining the act with a greedy toad...
Further only about this, like between the lines...
Isaac's roof is coming. There is a clown on it, sitting and jerking off.
Those who are not in the know, plop along to “Brown Sugar” from the Rolling Stones.
Waving the LGBT flag, in a transsexual column, throwing manure...
Returning to the elite topic: it’s dark, cries of “we ourselves!” and theurgy of colors.
Somewhere they are asking and whining: please understand us, we tried so hard!
if anything - they hissed like relic reptiles...
... "Squeeze me," 'milka' whispers and demands, -
"All the same, hell awaits us." “So what?, I’m glad of this hell.”
...Conception is definitely in March. That's what March is for.
There is a confusion: what did they eat? MatsU or semolina?, while we were steaming through the zones...
Yes, we are originally from the zone.
Don't point your finger at your temple: crazy, crazy, poor boy.
...My entire past fits into a shoulder cache, and my future -
in a small plywood suitcase...