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The dog-hearted hag, the heinous
KGB agent, the Securitate agent
toothless he pretends to be a lad
is sitting on the eggs in a TV studio
chatters thirstily about the followers
of the Russian tsar, about the Romanian
legionaries who were strangled like some
mice by the king, about the Nazis
whom Hitler screwed eternally here
and judging from the way the holy
bagel bender flourishes with all the people
and pickpocketed, humiliated, on his knees
he adores the bagel bender, the agent
of the happiness, black flower speaking
with an uvular R, who puts their skin
into the brine.
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