I Will Be Your Free Of Charge Lover, Poem by Liza Sud

I will be your free of charge lover,
You'll take my innocent ass.
You will become my first man
(after I've been harassed) .

Twelve years to spit on.
Twelve years of free happy life.
Twelve years with priest John:
Miracles, Paradise.

Today I'm really fed up:
overtime work, traffic jams.
Saint John, where are you, where?
Oh - you are saint like glass!

I am surrounded by glass, the saint one!
Not mirror - but too much high!
You're transparent, everywhere!
How could I forget that? ! !

Those who are not like Laitman,
don't understand me - those go dumb!
I don't need your earthly marriage,
though it seems a semi-sweet stuff!