I am a skeleton

I am a skeleton

I am a skeleton of the life
Of its some hell like image
I am a diablous button
I am the being of it
Of its frightful, but above hike
A servant of the majority
Of, in fact, the fearful Satan

My here best is a transport
Not a bicycle even
But a simple one
My feet, not any's
Metro, tram, trolleybus or bus'
'Cause I now as many who dream
Of some electrical selfskates
Which is not s miracle
For those of a new class

Among all humans, of them
All of you
Somebody says:
We are so modish
We're so presentful
But nobody thinks or declare
That time swiftly so runs
That time, or better say process
Fastly changes the modes
Environment
An everything
That is around us
But helpless and powerless us
We are a feather in the wind

I am ready
I am a fan of all
I say, seems, clever things
But for many, I'm a stupid one

Future is
A mere fantasy
It's just like
Buratino's
Of Karabas-Barabas's
Hidden fairy-tale theater...

It's
Something
That is a lieful like trueth
Created enthusiastically
By some brighful endevoratour
Some createful engineer
That's too loveful
Too very good
Imaginator of something
That looked once like a hell
But now is
Something
That's a simple enough
2 everybody of us
Something
Can still kill that
Hypodynamically
That will lead
To a piecets
With no possible help
Что-то
Что всеху бьёт запросто так
Запросто точно
Нас гиподинамических
Что ничего не поможет
Ни морально
Как ни крутись
И ни физически...