Ira was first
In one of the comments
-wrote woman:
- "No worries…
-he won't know his father…"
I felt like
- "Must vomit…"
Hate women doing so
-inserting a trap in their wombs
-using the idiom: "You are father! ! ! "
This act is indecent
-a kind of disrespect
-and with lies flavoured
Had a called from friend in Iran
-at that time my life was in Russia
Talked of girl in Kazan
-descendent of Tatars
They had had relations
-she told him of a child
-that she bore to him of…
-he felt badly in charge
-had asked for his photo,
-his needs and progress
He got none! ! !
Say a lot of Tatars
-the women of Tajik
-and Uzbek
-Central Asia:
"They feed men with mix of
-their shit and menstrual…
-as witches, magicians…"
Somehow the Tatars are
-master in keeping men
-so, hate them those women
My friend was prey
-in that cage, needed help
-I showed up…
-took Ira, young Russian,
-a Barbie, walnut-breast, and blonde
-she, swam among men and topless
-nobody doubted her with suspect
We made it to Kazan and the house
-no show of a boy nor of a son…
-her trick to con him with her lies…
I had had the same with Muscovite
-an Ira; daughter of Soviet General
She taught me much too much
-I forced her out of house; after fight
-she wrote me such letter
I was cock, and headless
-took letter all around
-wanted to translate
"This is how we, women hunt the men, "
-said Anna who worked in restaurant
-my helper and friend…
-she was an exception…
-if wanted dirtiness was open…
-capable, was also excellent, smartest…
Anna's jokes
-when dirty
-made me blush
When talked of her body
-felt proud
- "I enjoy my breasts' up and down
-when go fast…jug or run…"
Women have taught me lot! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem