A maniac once found in grass a melon:
«Oh, it's so round... so ripe and full...
It looks just like a pregnant swollen belly,
And I am hot, and strong, and cool.
I wanna know the watermelon's secrets,
Its cooling flesh, its bloody core divine —
It's calling me, and this is not an accident,
The universe has sent me this sign!»
A flash of steel — the blade has met the rind,
The melon's fucked and eaten to the ground.
Is it a crime...?
You call him «maniac», you call him psycho?
I call him — dreamer, poet of the knife!
So what's the moral? And like so
Listen, even though it's not about my life
The world is double: evil and good entwined,
But sometimes, damn, they form a single union.
And if you are a maniac and found a watermelon,
Then lucky you — you won two times tonight.
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