Хлоп-хлоп хлопушки развешаны на елки хнык-хнык у ксюшки...

Clap-clap clapperboards hung on the Christmas tree
Ksenia’s sob-and-sob on bookshelves
tick tak hour
it's already three o'clock in the night
but I didn’t gather even thoughts in a fist
this is just fuck
now rhyming rhyme
Check out how I changed the subject?
here you have a system crash.
that's what it means to not write poetry for a long time
and rhyme
what are all the fools around
ahahahaah
hahahaahah
now will be my poetic collapse
or vice versa?
after mouth-to-mouth respiration?
moron! rhymer! polyglot!
here!
I want to continue further
but my body is cutting down the brain!
know you want to read further
Well, you have to wait.
good night my creators sages
forefathers.
for reading a super prize to you:
there’s a slight breeze in my videos.