Therefore Never Call Me Dear - Poem by Liza Sud
With an interest I’ll pay you back.
Therefore never call me dear.
Or I will call you my beloved
Under October night star!
You have very beautiful breast
in the black-and-white striped sweater.
In full moon it’s - mercury,
But no one wipes away my tears.
I do not forgive tenderness –.
And I see no excuse for weasel.
I’ll imprison you by myself,
after just having raped you, dear!
Of course sodomy is a sin.
But at last I will spit on it.
As for dears – you capture them
And kiss them with a savageness.
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