My Beloved Brassier
I am sorry, but I want to be yours bra
but the best, subtlest and precious one,
the couple of cups of which have been covered inwardly by tender silk and warm wool
and outwardly -with gold, silver, diamonds, rubies
Democracy And Despotia
Love is ever come to us
in the perfect image of democracy
like angel of clearest honesty, tenderness and transparent justice,
but hate, indifference and disgrace
must share own part of heaven.
He showed it,
when he lifted universe
Life is beautiful,
but how about afterlife?
This prominent atheist
downgraded all my hopes
The Bad Boy’s Song
I know I am poor wretch
without any moral codes and barriers and senses.
I am ended cretin and cynics.
I spat to all -
The Lullaby For Unfortunate Love
For my love,
my dear and precious,
you must grow and grow
years 150 or 200.