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letra de my first goose - art schop

such is the lure of the regular army
the sinuous swell and no questioning why you
would duck from your ivory tower
for people, for country, for love of the word
for life, for yevgeny, for lines never heard
for orders of death cast off with a flourish
a switch in his hand and the sweet smell of flowers
as lenin spoke of woe and want, my heart it grated and overflowed
the cossacks sat shaving, the sun bled away
the goose pecked so sternly, the words wouldn’t stay
her neck likе your waist and her feathers likе leather
the cossacks sat stock as i picked up the sword
i muttered a curse and stepped into the yard
i held the goose firm ‘neath the heel of my boot
its wings moved about as its head cracked and spilled
as lenin spoke of woe and want, i reveled in his secret turn
in my dreams i saw women, but my heart it grated and overflowed
we lived for truth and for beauty, we lived for love of the word
i lived my lies for yevegny, for a bed in the dirt
i got close to his stench, close to his fire
i drank from his cup, now i’ll quietly expire

- art schop

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