I decided to wrote poem in english.
It is quite terrible, but still better than my Russian
And this sentence is pretty pun of the true historian...
I feel an obligation to convey my feelings
'bout the noble art of political drama
And by that I don't mean Seneca and siblings
But more like shows speaking to your grandma
More like the opera emotions in White House
Washed by a soap - pun intended, guys
'Cause once you start watching series House of Cards
You learn to see the suit as an disguise
Hide under whatever you need
Polyester in untransparent anyway
Shame, pride, prejudice or greed
Without - as logical consequence - dismay
But our new brave american favorite of masses
Does not hide the truth from you, ladies and gents
When he tells the terrorists to kiss his country asses
He means the exact same thing he just said
That doesn't seem like a very bright statement
But the brightness causes creativity to grow
And that one helps liars to find fuel and atonement
So let the stupid ones make the political show!
I may not be Colleridge, not Coolidge for that matter
But the pampheletes are my thing as you can clearly see
Four years before, politics just bantered
However, now, all this greaty stuff is affecting me
(pun intended again)
And he may not be Churchill, who bravely leads the war
Nor Bush with his little flaws and mistakes
His mind does not foresee events being so far
And he won't see the business he once foresakes
So we may as well abandon our sanity
(In USA it was never even popular)
It just prevents us to see in full clarity
Threats like the awakening of caliph and tsar
And while we would fight in our own Thirty Years
In Europe, far from all the anachronic mess
They may be able to dry out the tears
Of those we far away put in great distress
The banter suddenly would become their thing
Which surely enough is better than polyester masks
When you can't prevent the war from happening
Let then others give it what this monster asks!
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