Mean equality. Collection of poems. Alexander Nevzorov

      I went to the store yesterday

      The Constitution

      Before the fortieth article

      Very quickly, I reached

      Here about the right to housing

      About me, eh-my

      Homeless – for life I carry

      Proudly your title

      There is no roof or corner

      The share of the bomb is hard

      Without a propiska you’re a friend

      Worse than any goat

      At work do not take

      Without a piece of paper,

      You can not become unemployed

      It is not necessary and here

      And you can not vote

      You can only chew food

      What is given from the TV screen

      Yes, drinking wine

      And the damned courts

      Not syudy, but all the tudas

      And the homeless vagabond

      Only to wait from them troubles

      Constitution, Hooray!

      I have long been time

      To have any accommodation

      But there arose a hole

      A small such flaw —

      Constitution for those

      Who is the most equal to all

      Who is the average of many

      The rest of all – from the screw

      The situation is simple

      The Law is

      And behind the Right is Emptiness

      Homeless unhappy waiting for a corner

      Constitution – the needle

      Do not sit down better

      Wait for the end, everything will hide the fog…

      Malaysian Boeing Falls

      Beech missile hit

      God in heaven at this time

      Probably slept soundly

      God do not disturb in vain,

      Man is just a louse —

      Here is your vote

      Plus even more lies

      Who is to blame for the execution

      Can switchman from wat

      Or the one from the TV screen

      What always screams «Viva»

      You just did not say anything.

      And your quay is calm

      After all, not you then a rocket

      The life of people easily finished

      There will be a righteous judgment of God

      The defendants will be brought to the hall

      Scarcity and swagger

      They will not be saved from torture

      It’s your fault, and you and I

      We repent, friends

      So after all with a black stone in the heart

      It is impossible to live absolutely

      Peninsula (island) Crimea

      A ghost, a ghost, a smoke…

      Will you be close and dear

      Or will you be a stranger?

      Everyone shouted here «Krymnas»

      With saliva and squeal as much

      Who was silent and shrugged his shoulders

      Take those on a pencil

      Far, but the output is simple

      We will build the best Bridge

      To the oligarch – privileges

      Ungainly mobile – to the post

      Bloom our new land

      Enjoy, light up

      How to sit under the udder

      Desnys in the blood yourself rip off

      Crimea you are mine for a long time

      And I can say one thing

      On you who warms his hands

      I probably do not care

      Do you remember our last evening

      How brightly the dawn burned

      It seemed like an unnecessary meeting

      The words were said in vain