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A cool little poem, read it, you'll like it
We'll buy a house by the river,
and plant some hemp there.
We'll play cards there,
and trade in heroin.
We'll sniff and smoke.
We'll live a damn good life
Added 26 minutes later
don't pass by :) read it
Thin fingers in a glove made of artificial leather,
Hiding in the sleeve of an outdated artificial fur coat,
Clenched into a fist in front of the sign of a sobering-up station:
"Here again... Where is the glory, the trumpets, and the fanfare?!
Where is all this: posters, flowers, and ovations,
Tears of delight and the blush on young girls' cheeks?
Oh, you plebeian, what are you doing with the pride of the nation?
Why are you leading me, like a sheep to the slaughter?
What are you shouting and threatening me with a sobering shower -
Me, the actor, the slave and servant of Melpomene?
Do you know how, with magical power over souls,
I reveled, speaking from the brilliant stage?
What is my life? Just a bone that has been gnawed by a dog...
No, I'm not sorry for myself! Art is becoming shallow:
Today, who can say, as I do: "Ladies and gentlemen! Dinner is served!"
Putting so much meaning and feeling into just three short words?!"
We'll buy a house by the river,
and plant some hemp there.
We'll play cards there,
and trade in heroin.
We'll sniff and smoke.
We'll live a damn good life
Added 26 minutes later
don't pass by :) read it
Thin fingers in a glove made of artificial leather,
Hiding in the sleeve of an outdated artificial fur coat,
Clenched into a fist in front of the sign of a sobering-up station:
"Here again... Where is the glory, the trumpets, and the fanfare?!
Where is all this: posters, flowers, and ovations,
Tears of delight and the blush on young girls' cheeks?
Oh, you plebeian, what are you doing with the pride of the nation?
Why are you leading me, like a sheep to the slaughter?
What are you shouting and threatening me with a sobering shower -
Me, the actor, the slave and servant of Melpomene?
Do you know how, with magical power over souls,
I reveled, speaking from the brilliant stage?
What is my life? Just a bone that has been gnawed by a dog...
No, I'm not sorry for myself! Art is becoming shallow:
Today, who can say, as I do: "Ladies and gentlemen! Dinner is served!"
Putting so much meaning and feeling into just three short words?!"
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