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BRING EVIL WITH DARK... YOUR MOOD BECAUSE OF NOSE (IN 2010) DOCUMENT TRUE



You Can Afford Me
(V. Vysotsky)

Abominably, fell in dark
The portraits and docteurs...
My sweat was pouring from me, mark --
As from the home stove's pores!

Voyeur to sick agility,
I went for the up-close
Range -- but in embicility
The doc took it, deranged!

The grill went into the X-Ray
And the blood started gushing
As in hotel the only day
For but a homeless Russian!

A nark, anciliary sweet
Reminded I was deaf
To any illnesses, and beat
When only dad-bereft:

You eat, you hanker with your coms,
Your share it with the rest...
And suddenly a yell, he's con,
A knife onto his crest...

Need not be nervous, my paisan --
My phys proclaimed achieving...
Almost all people all around
Are sick, and are forgiving.

Around my neck, a neck of ice --
It's my age tears me down...
I grin with reddened mouth... precise
As on the stage, a clown...

A necklace of horrificals
Espouses to call spouse,
And maniacally three-two-one
I cry unto the louse!

I could... in time for a baseball...
Bebloody the whole Harlem
Too bad, that some Sardanapal
Spread sheet below my problem!

The cancer's mine. The canker's yours...
Step off from watching feet
Agrarian to the butt-worse,
With bloodiness replete.

Israel deigns, the States avenge,
Deranged avenge you all!
Acquitted only are the strange
And that in rigmarole:

With gas, I'm healthy in me, and
Your crafty unsuturings...
Slick artificial blood with band-
Aid ready for futurings?????

It's time for surgery -- that blood
My cavern didn't cling;
The anesthesia will abduct
But will not mutiny!

Cut without having said a thing
Luxurious or rife,
Or prime in the vicinity
Of as if doing time!

I lay at bend of existance,
Not to say being in English --
And not a movement Resistance
Will save me from the bing trash!

The heroes... leave a suture sown,
Across a brow -- crook-bent...
As if I'm wearing Princeton gown
And having a boyfriend:

"You can't lay down", I'm friends with docs
And crazy with my wife...
I can sit still, I can eat cocks
But I can hate this life!

For me to dress with compliments
Primordial patients quota
A cub, to join Bowery poetry club?..
Get off me, unerota!

Vysotsky's here... the brains mean cunt?
Just think of Genesis...
First human being had some talant,
The second... dulce bliss!

The whole humanity from God
Is ripped with flakes, with pains --
With beach photography by rod
Precision-laced with gains...

The whole humanity is sick,
Is ill and suicidal --
Why be persnickety and lick
Word choice, call amoral?

200 years -- the same old bloke...
Insane Napoleon --
Bespoke-instills la vida loce,
The tokens underground...

All streets Chavez already seized
With expedition deadly
And loves its hoary-bory deeds...
"The history of medley"...


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