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You are all poets from the past century
Papers, notes, simple reading
I'm a supporter of everything modern
IPhone, iPad and not an ounce of worn

I put my bell on the iambic chorea
Syllabo-tonic versification
My syllable is the best, and you are all Jews
I cause people to burn

All people back to the exit
They have no idea that at this station
The rules go the other way
And I always foresaw the situation
I chose the right furrow

Synchronizing myself with the Internet
To make my poems eternal
Your pieces of paper will be covered in ashes
My transistors cannot be eaten with buckwheat porridge

I'm a poet of a new generation
Supporter of the technical revolution
Engineer sounds proud
And the seller is akin to prostitution

Volodya looks from the cover shamelessly
Teeth fiddling with a papilla
We must burn every day without waking
To set fire to a cigarette in others