Scolding Laramidia

can't write samples must write rhymes
going outside-cyclonic batter down protecting pines
our reptile eyes no weak nor blind
while a scaly atmospheric river intertwines
dance around and glitterbomb all the roadsigns
may gusty winds exist all over Laramidia divine!



Морон Морож Мороженое
Маращино—Руслан
Tы выйдешь за нас замуж, Пушкин?
Кот ласка Путин-а!


why bother with fingers when you can have blades?
all these remains show the crimes of our age
as the last living tiger is locked in a cage
eyes amber fury brow scowling in rage
hackles lowering as the death rattle fades


all the enlightened waste their time
wandering the wilds worldwide
if ye don't seek ye shan't find
an eremite wise and certainly none divine
so quit fucking waiting and mind your own
if you wanna find the truth, you find it alone
the truth is simple brutal and raw:
there's no fucking gods and no fucking laws