Very characteristic song
My haggard creed contributes to despair.
If man’s his will to reign then I’m not winner.
This tiresome way – my life and love unpair.
But people stare at me and laugh and see no
The difference betwixt Gogol’ and Leo:
They are just burping sheep with nasty shepherd.
Sometimes I feed my ego with delusion
Or try to put on mask of vices fusion
And do I need a baptism?
I’m a filthy don Quijare.
For I don’t let silly sophism
Nor Marx, nor Nietzsche nor Thomism
Nor other mind my heart to mar
‘Tis not what they call nihilism.
‘Tis one may deem as search of… ha-ha… truth.
But frankly said I don’t trust any -ism
Cause all and even greater chronops muse
So that they only sing their egoism.
You may not be content with blasphemy
Or heresy, my husky rebel spirit
But I gave oath and ‘tis my only merit!