The characters and events depicted in this poem are fictional.
Any similarity to actual persons or animals, living or dead, are
purely coincidental.
To whom it may concern:
I’d found a goldmine in the nearby future –
when I just made a left side turn around the Grand Canyon,
escaping from the brown bears, wolves and vultures,
being along.
I stepped outside my house under the sun,
it was swaying in the breeze like a clout flapping.
it looked much as like a 25 с coin brum (фальшивый),
shining, and happy.
I heard the holing, gritting of teeth, roar-
something was chasing me, right up against, overtaking,
and I vowed not to come here once more for
not to be tracking.
You may be famous, prosperous, and mighty,
with a far-going upstairs envious by many people career,
but sometimes you’re to have guts for fighting -
like in the woods a wounded deer….
So, coming back to the narrative that I here wrote,
in one of the pits gouged in the goldmine cliff statue
I discovered (surprise!) survived an ancient note
the following warning stating:
Fetch your bloody ass back and me impress,
but if you didn’t fetch, so kiss my sugar ass –
all gold had been dug long time ago, failure!
03.04.2022