Markelov Vladimir

Rookie (1958 / Russia)

My Wish.

Please, don’t create to itself an Idol
In freakish dreams, in the Universe.
Your lyre will fly off at the handle
Like blind Mole made a shitty verse.

Don’t pick at wreath upon gravestone:
Perhaps, it’s lovely to someone;
In night, having heard a spiteful howl,
Recall – d’you washed your anus in the morn?

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