Pared Eyes

Perhaps a pair-dice conclusion-wise

(Да будет град, когда не буду я услышан

А он пошел когда, тогда спешите мыши)

The music is quiet

The light is serene

We are like in

Slow motion film

Or maybe standing still

Like rocks, yet

Rock and rolls begin

The moment you are in

Ta-dah!

A shithole?

Or, Sire, is it not what

You have dreamed about?

What?

Overall, and

Speaking out loud

The dreams we all

Are left without

While being led

By lies of yours?

Where I suppose,

You need a course

In intertwining?

Cadetto, no!

Intercourse instead of whining

Then how about

Sense of smell

Of that shithole

For you to dwell

Then interface

The feelings

And the taste?

Topiya′s interface

For you to conquer

First needs to be

Created, Uncle

And I, Andrusha Smyk concur

Whatever lies in there

Can be yours

Take it!

Like beach of Troy?

Yes, Sire!

With fifty men

If you desire

Cadetto, more!

The more, the merrier

Just take them all

Success indeed

Is waiting,

like a bliss ++

As well as smell

You have created

As well as the abyss

We face

While facing it

We are without Moses

Who could have led us

In this World

Or is it not proclaimed

Like Bill Of Rights, at all?

This case is more about ...

The way in, or is it - in and out?

Omnibus of your life begins

And will be like ...

The Bill of Rights?!

No, Sire,

Not enough, and

Not so soon,

We shall consider that one ...

Rough?

Cadetto, no,

To да moon!

Why don′t you try

To use Imagination?

Imagine that

Inevitable happens, yet

It′s better intertwine ...

With our nation?

Or is it

With the whole divine?

Extrapolate,

When you are dead,

What else

Does come to mind?

Ah?

Think of Death and ...

Paradise?

Cadetto, no,

Да shithole will suffice!

Are you surprised,

Or am I puzzled?

By Merry, or is it

Webster’s Merriam

The definition of a ...

Muslim?

? Cadetto, no,

It can′t vary

Yet Fathers Of This Land

Who once proclaimed

The Bill Of Rights

I hope dreamed

With you at nights

Your daily skill

Reminding others

Of that bill

Produced the other kind

Of bills at most

Which I suppose ...

I serve them still?

Cadetto, wow!

What да ...

Smart person

With да ...

Strong will!

(Applauds) )

Although postponed,

Like Moses, and

Other promises of yours

Mr. Biden, you are the worst

Among the latest two

Who represented USA,

You are, indeed,

IO of Uncle Sam!

Your PARADISE

Is going to be CANCELED

VOID at any day

As well as it - for them

Unless you try

To be that Moses

Who leads us

As it has been claimed!

Can I remind you that

When you face Death

Your "bill" is due IMMEDIATELY

Upon the meeting, hence,

as your "lawyah fuck" friends

Would put it in:

"Who is the fucker who is talking?"

I have invited you before

As well as Mr. Putin

My name is Andrei Smyk

This poem too, if you desire,

Can be your invitation, Sire

Remember, please,

Your courage will

Be noticed

And behold!

By fuckupees of US congress?

Not only!

Be admired

By whole nation

And the World!

And I live not

That far away

Not leaving yet

And I would say

It does not qualify

To say AWAY

(At Clear Lake, CA in USA)

Please, come to see me

Remember, TIME is running out

While I will try to help about

Your concerns

Yet, my question is

Are you ready to die, Sir?

Too soon? Am I trying to scare you?

Oh, Dear!

If you think that way, then

Please, don′t interfere,

Just send someone to see Andrei

Who is your trusted pioneer

Like we are all in heart as one

For each of us and all for ...

Me?

Yes, you, too, perhaps

If time allows, yet it will be then!

Not now, Sire, or is it Sir?

I wonder, what it is that you prefer,

Amen?

Andrei Smyk

A Russian American With A Ukrainian Last Name

Inviter of Church RAZOOM

(This title, hopefully, can fit the bill, where

I am supposedly, an invitee to be,

not an inventor, yet not the inverter

of the common sense, who needs to be

invited for a dance,

and not invaded

like his Motherland,

indeed)