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Rambler's Top100



The Instruction, You bear the Scar, Lucy Liu And He Thought He Fucked You? (Hijack a Mountain)
(M. Scherbakov)

Odysseus is in bunker,
You wear a hot pullover.
My first album was a clunker --
But so was the Revolver...

D-Day was jocund protrusion,
And so was your first boyfriend.
'Twas Marshall Mathers' intrusion
Into the Genia's stipend...

Hyena Heine was reading,
Diana kept hygiene
But Stevens was born in Reading...
How well do wear I a jean?

My reputation in Germany
Rests on sagacious Cossacks,
But why, if you'ren't even horny,
Watch John Cusack, when he sucks?

Subpoena rent pays by spinal
Insuicidities, where
John Updike so anti-vynill
Sees Woody Allen each year!

And so the psychee delusion
Pays for the psyche hospital
But you don't ask how is Lutian
Good Mikhail husband Tal!

(At any rate, whence the phlegma?
Who'll blood transfusions forgive?
There's nothing haughty at Wegman's --
Panera Bread is a sieve...

For what terrain is that complex?
Just don't hit cones when you drive.
Chuck Norris Fenways the dark Bronx,
McGiver cannot mcgive!)

Don't tell them you've earned a revue --
You seem so marital, why?
Tell 'em that you are my nephew,
Though it's a verital lie.

As the sea czar at the tripod,
Grab straight the rifle, and that
I am a madman with ipod --
That's my affair, tit for tat!

How to live in the Apple? Who Tore the Skin? Worried?
(Mikhail Scherbakov) Three weeks in, Scherbakov is liberated, from disquietude

No forcements became needed for the rooftops,
The whip isn't whistling with Aqualung --
Rock album from terrace. The powers don't need your moribund stupors,
And gestures resolve in a signature one
Although, in reality, it too is done

For. Liberated you are, and not dangerous parolee,
Early death isn't threatening, intermission
Qualifies useful to someone fashionable,
Voracious, but not impassionable
And if you just wink, you'll know Larisa Gershon.

Megan Fox provocates impassuity,
Private we are no longer, wherever we want!
Time and space is confused to each other Pogutin-like
Singing the Okudzhava... As if it is cunt;
Throw the map over border, pronounce Yves Montan-d.

Master Grisha resounds on one toe inconspicuously,
Novella Matveeva flex Sonic Youth!
You meet a ts chinese, blonde (great vacuity)...
You hand her two dollars and quarter, she enters you;
You leave unbegotten and think you've compute...

Computer that's bought you strains neck to vacuity,
Song written three weeks earlier mellows the way...
Triggering memories of Timur and ego komanda --
What are you gonna say about the Fish called Wanda?
Give away your systemic whore. Timur Shaov, hey!

Scherbakov by Eyes Why Slouching? Jackass, I'M 21, Asides on the Oboe
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

All is so well; there's nothing better --
Fresh energy, the open air,
Fresh pattern on a cartridge holder --
The brave supports, where neck is bare...
The young Moon profile says, I hate you --
The world receives it with dark tides!
And all round buns of the potato
Are blooming thrivingly from sides.
Unanimously from reserve bra
Upfront, I made to infantry;
But beneath me -- a horse? A zebra
Sashays, ignoring charter plea!
Apart from that -- I need embarrass --
I see Moon's Ass that won't relent.
Which'swhy 'ts to her, not Moskva-Paris
My gaze's subliminally sent...
Elm Rasmus stars Udo Erasmus,
Marcel is off, and so the snake
But passport punishes sarcasmus
And in Chicago there's a lake!
The zebra clavicle, don't beg me,
Dance Zumba, beating the wolfstress,
The Biatrice needs to keg me,
But I am not in such distress.
Where's empress? Whom must I resemble?
The meaning's not in being a roast!
Once shuteye, twice I see preamble:
I am so lunar, but hoc-post;
I boast of reading Post ad-hocly,
I am not ugly as you say
But need miraculous recovery
Behind De Blaz -- Diana's gay!
Oh well, the Moon is beating brows now;
There is a difference between
The Marceliezze and Udo Erasmus --
Next year HD we bear a tween!

The Shadow
(M. Scherbakov)

I've gotten used to a celibate shadow, observing no farther than a s-
Tep; the book is only a paper; a looking glass's but a glass.
In it a razing twin and submissive listener, full of pennance,
Fades, wouldn't be even blinking let alone drooling -- it was well as!

Yesterday, he did get tedious and attempted to please his appetite;
Didn't indulge or wasn't enticed by my elocutive tune --
Whereupon he shot out of the house to weigh, and compare, and happen,
All along with some new tunes what are they doing -- once in a moon!

Well it is not some show wagon for the new age, it's not always funny;
The hearing's waiting for a grandiloquent essence, a relic, tone --
You enjoy your rife walk, my sagacious echo, obsconding money,
Conquer the noise without laugh, if you don't find music -- just move along...

The brigant crowd has been dictating to ancient choirs some amiss-notes;
But the moment that something's athwart, speedy gracious, away and down,
With the choir, it's unbearable, while at the bottom, okay in distance --
Whether it's that or this way, akin and identically not fun.

I am dazzled and fading; my debut is lost and the benefit's needless,
Necessary now away from the stagings, to the dark silent prayer;
This way, that a way, broke some rules, barefoot bent some needles --
Time away from the searing acutest to dulling one, when it's bare...

With that abated ache, the care's art, but the maximum's two tablets --
Secong, and all the insane pain, and residual head-piece have flown away;
Hey you twin, when you do return from your intricate walking habits
Reinvent lackadaisically, how to thence occupy your day...

(M. Scherbakov)

To live this way -- why do you need old drudgery? It's all slogans and a dictation;
Shakespeare is deaf; Pushkin's black!
Back from the crib, mama's tempted me -- not straight to target, but missing...
Mama, train a child to stop harrassing -- crying -- embarrassing cowards and then certainly, do buy him a good bike
For forty years and urge onward to "take a hike".

In sleep all night I saw money,
Ripped flat my eyes -- walking drowsily.
Where is the money? The music sucked I slept to warmly, but wetly...
Mama, teach the child to swim on wake up, there increasing his awakening caution, not to breathe when dead or underwater -- then your bag
And buy a vessel, what the hack!

Bing cherries in yard -- in kinship, kin; cosmos if you add metric from the hedges takes straight a that-a-way.
Is that what hankered you hunkering down? you, incapacious children, nobody'll ask neither this nor that time.
Help not just anybody, they say, and if you don't love to move, don't!
No matter what I've comprised and hoodwinked to adventure on some money, nothing seems as is or come back not to strangle me on neck,
And whither money? What the heck!

All bad's from music, and evil too -- educated it's venom, I'd long fell deaf with a restitution
On both ears, even if one is off -- listerine, if you sing along, will send cartelway with a cherry...
A sandbag-looking pursued by gun, that popped the heart out -- and filliped...
Mama, you can't teach a child to fly, void your account -- in a veracity to kill! it's all in vain,
But don't indulge in an airplane.

(M. Scherbakov)

Then and thereon whenon and where you schedule,
Oh heaven, to be living us again,
Will you instruct us sing but note the pendule
Between those stars we never can restrain?

Beginning from nil to the optic glasses,
The scan of heights as presently and thus
Not secret key, but the sword of Damocles
Will we find there again, for us?

Today -- tomorrow -- to be gaining speechly,
By borrowing, we have to no one's tune
Maybe, but with the taste and salt for beachthemes,
And few have left, not having paid the loon!

But when tomorrow, our tautologismi
You notice, heaven, meet us not with "seems"!
Let us not sink in dark rays of your gizmi --
Let's not burn up in shallow beams!

Oh star's Habsade -- tight gossamer's material,
When to the shadows flesh and blood will come
Teach us, from get-the-go, how to eat sereal
And not be serial as a hired gun...

Sacrilege us of heavenly protection,
Retain the hymns but forgo the relay.
Let it get sooner to us -- than infection
Of stately bread for daily day!

Rebel without Cause Overproduced
(M. Scherbakov)

Where are you now, the pedestrian barefish?
Barrels are void, tiderush is fair...
Fishtide geseungt it is oafish or lavish
You're in a den or in a lair.

As for me, having geared fair licences in aggression
I drag an empty driftnet up to the sultry shore.
However mine -- none's -- shore won't divvy away from me on,
So I can not pretend that I've much store!

Daintily countried-in, rooted, entrenched and resistant,
Local potato salt reached me by knees.
I know the local speech so indepth, in an instant
No aborigine will tell would you please!

But by the Mech embraced or bearskin, or deerskin deftly,
Sunny drifts duty shifts by, I go up to the board
Of insagacious ads or ludicrous dollyorders --
Can there be anything where I'm abhorred?

Electorate, fish's no longer in mention:
Wherever yes, there is no truce!
Anew now in my box, there's tomorrow's dictation
Not to oppress, but to produce...

Give him a hairy dose somnolences without treason;
Unmadagascar corner, furniture for the cane:
Let him impress himself as feeling here without reason
Is he a guest, can he remain?

Daily, nocturnally, gavel with sentence...
Sheets are amusing, cold is control.
Rustle inveigles me down nobody's commencements --
Local the salt, local console!

Never've I droned myself as either a guest or nephew --
All merely simply favors and curtinaceous gifts!
The News forget to change, but nails rattle in Nepenthe!
Local assortment by the gavel's thrift...

Naomi Watts
(M. Scherbakov)

Actually, I'll be helping myself forto:
For the inclement weather -- I will store tobacco --
Black days will find consoling -- head will distract with goo:

Many there, will you wait, joyfulnesses if thief?
For the inclement weather, cognac is all I leaf!
There will be at the very least where to drown my grief...

Memory can rup short, in a flash be forsook,
But to collect extensive diary, I need nook;
Enough introes and infos for a hundred-first book!

Cognac will drizzle out, tobacco'll fall apart.
But diastolic pressure teeth will knock out of scars...
There should be, at the very least, means to fire a hearth!

You'll have your lesson learned, my unknown friend I've found --
Outline all you have seen, and add it to the caisson; d-
Raw the recalcitration of all that's by and round.

Thought from the Capitol falls the last Apostol
Write down all you remember, including rigmarole
Or were you vainly learning grammar and epistle?

Translated by Genia Gurarie

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раздел: юмористическая поэзия
дата публикации: Jul 13, 2018

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