Crests / florianconrad

Can I show you something funny? Let's go to two.
the side of the hill. Look at this place!

Lech Kaczyński in a scarlet suit
And the hats of the brats, the smiles of the ball
to jump, holds onto the rubber `cuts' and bounces
from the ground, happy to dress with his feet,
It looks like a giggle.

If you know life, you'll come moving in a half-arm,
Tightly fastened under the neck and with a bar in his hand, he will start
Drive us distant from the painting, the painting from us, screaming,
That's not right. and not just due to the fact that even
If we look at it, we can hazard a lawsuit.
from a daughter, or, in the long term, from a granddaughter
Former president. And that it's not about ridicule either,

Just whatever this man did,
from where it is sanctified by his tragic death.
He's all covered in nimbic canonization paint.

memory of him gets wings and halos, floods
and bonds, like a fly resin before a million.

Anna Jantar won't jump either. Oh, Chester.
Bennington I can imagine on a ball
(no hard growth was crystallized on his form),
because already Paul Adamovich – not so much.

And we're expected to close our ears, not hear that rumor
from above the highest of the mountains.
That all the crowds of cetanists came to life there and effort to descend
They're stuffed back in.

By the way, it's our dead grandmothers jumping
On the ball. No 1 else.