Zamir Osorov Poet Verse

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.

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