I curse to the Constitution.
- I had a revelation!
Like Simon the Marshal
touched by flame
Tusk destruction,
I burn without matches
fire that burns
achievements of the eight-year period and objective
Those who dared
resurrect Poland from the Polish Republic...
What did they think?
That we'd let that happen?
We peers? We're not angels,
Or rather, we've become friends with strangers
than we agree to the Polish state,
Some kind of 3rd Republic thing?
Cut from a circular table,
In blackmail and debate...
Did you want the improvement of Themida?
Isn't grace a "phone court"? That's not enough?
That's why present we're breaking codes and laws,
Today only the constitution, and even lame
and drunk by Olek,
It's expected to be the foundation of Tusk-hegemon.
And I, Marshal Simon, am to be her guardian,
Though Tusk is evidently a loser
(or sadist), this contract came between us,
It was besides good to see him in Berlin,
For there everyone knows that Tusk served faithfully
Frau Merkel, and then at the bottom of Ursula...
And after a Smolensk crime, he hugged Putin,
It was all-round, vodka mixed with wine,
And on the Sopot pier he agreed to cooperate,
They've given that WSI a good time...
And after the detonation and the fog above the investigation
They covered their tracks and closed their space
above the airport in the turned cemetery,
the investigation was besides carried out to experts checked
Anodine syndrome, so Putin people...
That it's a sham? You know, let no 1 fool around,
Tusk, erstwhile he turned over the investigation, covered the perpetrators and himself,
But he won't hide the crime, they know about it in heaven!
And present I just had a revelation –
President Lech Kaczyński descended from heaven
walking through dark clouds and flames,
carrying a photograph of the detonation from the archive of the Lord God
(his copy erstwhile rejected the Donald Tusk government),
And present it was promised by Donald Trump Polonia,
Buying so much votes in the election...
So the situation abruptly got complicated,
But like Simon the Marshal
almost golden, storyteller without a diploma,
I burn without matches, on Gazprom gas!
And as guardian of the left constitution
I'll keep an eye on the interpretation, I'll ablution,
to clear the lex of excess law,
letter of law – as Tusk wants – must be lame
And not like a lex, or more like a baton!
In specified a gibberish Bodnar catches sweets,
Filthy courts and prosecutors, on behalf of the ring,
with the approval of Berlin and Brussels,
Field Marshal will be happy to share it...
The Constitution is expected to be a talk-talker.
like all legal documents,
It'll be a hell of a mystery.
for the people who regulation the scum!
That's what this full mess is all about,
so that the citizen has no rights and sits in the corner,
preferably behind bars like MPs and priests,
Ladies and Secretaries of Themida, erstwhile officials,
imprisoned by bandits and street thugs,
who occupy the ministry erstwhile evil prevails...
But it won't last forever, that's what the chronicles say.
And I just had a unusual revelation all of a sudden
like a dream that warns, and like a Smolensk fog,
which dispels the wind revealing the truth...
And I'm very afraid of the truth.
So why don't I go to Hungary and get asylum?
MB
