Sasha Chernyi Poems

Immortality? For you two-legged moles,
Who aren’t worthy of even a day on earth?
Perhaps—after feeling deeply offended—
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A simian profile
With slits for eyes;
Dumpling lips and a potato nose:
Neither a girl nor a goat.
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At wit’s end, I went to the doctor.
He pushed a pince-nez down on his nose:
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Family—a mess of acquaintances—whiners,
An insufferable carnival of fools.
From work, from friends, from rotten politics
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We are cultured: we clean our teeth,
Mouth, and both boots.
In letters, we are especially polite:
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All trousers are cut in the same way,
Same goes for whiskers, overcoats, even pots.
I am the same as everyone on the street
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At wit’s end, I went to the doctor.
He pushed a pince-nez down on his nose:
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