The Bad Boy's Song
I know
in soul
I am a poor wretch and banditte
without any moral codes and barriers and senses.
I am ended cretin and cynic.
I spat to all -
to ours or others, friends or enemies.
I have held in my hand
the nuclear bomb
and ruled firmly
by the great country,
where self-governing chicken community
frozen to death,
as the doctrines of cursed justice.
I spat to democracy, wisdom,
to human rights of men,
and what left there else?
Fair elections
and other values and social perfections?
I tramped them all,
that might to corrode my legitimacy.
I am bad boy
and know that never lose power.
Better the great country
will go to hell
together with honest sheep-like population
that so adored me
when I am spitting to West and East
then I am lost my favorite toy.
I am bad boy
and will be to stay forever
I spit to past, up-to-date
and to face of forthcoming day.
I am bad boy
but the national leader also.
Copyright © Zamir Osorov | Year Posted 2014
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