swish, <br />morons! <br />The smoking man swears never to spit again <br />To keep the smoke inside never to shag a snarl <br />The grimace I will never comprehend. <br /> <br />A bliss, <br />chirons! <br />The snake girl swings on money penny trees <br />Then falls and dies in FF motion <br />The holy despair my mother used to enforce. <br /> <br />The libel, <br />neighbours! <br />Tatiana has tragically abandoned any last effort <br />The transplant of Pagonov’s heart successful <br />He is alive anew, at this point I flee.<br /><br />Christos Rodoulla Tsiailis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/6-1-ivan-pagonov-s-battery/
