Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist (piggymouse) wrote,
Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist
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Ну и опять-таки, что должно быть у человека внутри, чтобы писать вот такие вот тексты в 22 йопаных года?!

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,	
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,	
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.	
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,	
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,	
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,	
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;	
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,	
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

И про брюки, там же.

Такие стихи я бы конечно писать не смог (да и в коллеге Горбе почему-то сомневаюсь). Они ахуенские на мой взгляд, хотя строгая и взыскательная kshk опять останется чем-то недовольна. Наверное тем, что не упомянут мальчик.

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