fat
window for spring bloomed
Sky povnylos first rain.
I was fat and narizuvav
huge kitchen knife
knife went into the hands methodically
And somehow remembered me
innocent is also nice
Tender flesh of the pig
flew life as minute
good word nobody Warm,
What you saw, poor beast,
Only zasranyy trough and stable.
And then, like obrikshy of flour,
Someone stuck knife in your heart
you realized that people creatures,
flew And your soul.
you far now, my bee,
In his in pig heaven,
I'm sitting in the kitchen,
Drink vodka
And you chew slowly.
I am not a thief, not cat, not a criminal.
I have friends, work, family,
And who was I, bl @ Ukrainian
If I will not eat bacon.
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