Drunk, don't let your beezer* sag:
As the poet said,
“It's one colour with our flag,”
— Bloody flaming red!
There's nothing that will force our guild
To change its social ritual;
The common happiness we build,
And piss on individual.
* * *
The roads which led to Russia's sorrow
Went through blind faith and merry-making;
Collective march to “bright tomorrow”
Has ended in hangovered waking.
Igor Guberman