Re: Stihi.
Ладно, музыкальня пауза. Вот мое сексуально-нейтральное.
Yuri Bulkin
Sunny porous Jerusalem stones
Radiate inspiring warmth
Yuri Bulkin happily smiles
To the whimsical arch styles
Thirteen hours of arduous job,
Sweating daily in a dusty robe,
PHD from a steppe conurbation
Hurts his hands at a train station.
He had fled to The Land of fathers
To escape the Dark Order’s brothers -
KGB- branded wizards of Oz
Who once styled “Palestinian Cause”
Yuri heads to his Hebrew tutor:
Very old-fashioned Dell computer
That waits now in the tiny abode
Learning starts very soon… Oh God!!
Jalousie is torn out and thrown,
And the savior-computer is gone
“Well, that happens,” said the police -
“Look, you live nearby Abu Dis”
“Don’t you even seek fingerprints?”
“Are you an “Avoda” prince?
Perez, damn EU-ruled Nutcracker,
Forces us let go even carjackers
And besides, he was taught in Brussels
We cannot cross the border. What else?
Easier steals – fewer kills, right?
Don’t believe? Ask Madeleine Albright!”
Friday, Yuri explores Abu Dis,
Fumbling in counters’ tops and beneath,
And, oh Eureka, here’s his desktop,
And he says to the “master”: ‘Stop’
Seller slants his right roguish eye
To his big butcher’s-kind knife
He would kill that naïve “Rusi”,
But here is a moron from BBC
“Dear guest, Hello, Hi, Salaam,
You’re wrong, it belongs to my clan
That’s an ancient Arab computer…
Wanna Saladin-owned scooter?
Things remained in my ancestors’ tent
Since they settled the Blessed Land!”
“Right, majority of your great nest
Came a bit earlier than Internet,”
Yuri thought, driving his jaded Ford,
He, an “oppressor”, could never afford
Mansions, Audis and golden bricks
The “oppressed” boast in Abu Dis
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