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Enough of me writing new poems every morning…
Basta!.. But a couplet in my neck is panting again.
Wow, how impudent, ill-mannered is she…
Go away… Don’t go away! He needs to be educated!
He needs to be re-educated… In other words, to hide…
Most Obedient…No questions asked… Cornered…No resistance…
Well done! I am now free to do whatever I want!
Let him whimper miserably… I’ll forget about him.
It’s still dark outside… It keeps bugging me…
Enough already! There are other tempting temptations.
Like… Like what?! Let me make a coffee
in my fifty-year-old but well-preserved wine cellar
where I don’t give a damn about modern machines…
Then… Then… I’ll drink it.. Long… At sixteen.
And when I drink it… Mmmm, so delicious and hot..
I’ll get right to it… With what? With something else.
With a crossword, let’s say… Or maybe with sudoku.
Complete freedom of choice… My neck is wide…
I will turn on the TV… I will pick a sunflower…
And let him tame himself… The naughty couplet!
And so until it’s dark… Look, it’s already seven…
Let me sit on the laptop… Check my mail…
What letters have been collected… I still don’t answer…
Then on Skype and Facebook… Ya, let me hang up right away,
that the verse cheekily right there appears…
And pushing… And pushing… God, what’s wrong with me!
December 15, 2017
6 o’clock 34 m. in the morning
* Come tomorrow evening at 6 pm at the Military Club for my premiere.
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