Don't Loose The Origins From The Sight Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

I'll tell you what to do. They all are producing bastards and cure their diseases with bleak, arbitary sex. They keep no wedded partners. And they mean to split all loving, permanent pairs. Because of envy, spite, jealousy, revenge. They awfully look, they are of no capacities, they are zionic in daily lives. We need overlook them. They are susective of good semi-gender pairs and associate our genre with unfaithfulness, dirt, confused choices. I throw up from their properties.