hymn health

among the thin-legged, liquid blood,
difficulty turning a bull neck,
on a full holiday obese health
people meat I loudly cry of!
To frenzied dancing ground ovit,
dull, like canned bank,
let the spring to catch butterflies
the network of unnecessary nerves!
And the stones sharp, As a speaker's eyes,

handsome fathers healthy volumes,
sweat snouts intelligent psychiatrists
and throw behind bars asylums!
And they themselves through the city, withered like Onan,
with a crowd of yellow-faced lights, like eunuchs,
feed the hungry female desire,
covered with hair handsome males!


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Vladimir Mayakovsky
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