Virtual Worlds #01 31 декабря 1999

Spending - Verse of Sysop'e. Poetry, but ...

              Poetry



  Who sits behind a terminal,

  Disgusting yawn?

  This user insatiable

  Trying to reach us,

  Holodnenkoe drink beer

  Zayed tasty dried fish.


  Well, here sysop unshaven,

  "Astra" slow smoking,

  Duma thinks about the "Rothmans",

  And for dinner ostyvshem.


  This one is so beautiful,

  On a visit to nick comes

  Smiling sweetly,

  And sitting in the big chair,

  Said something to him?

  Then came to his girlfriend,

  All looked like a fairy tale

  Ile to the best of GIFs.


  And to the unshaven sysop,

  Declares friend

  Geymovy terrible lover.

  He brings with him a game,

  About flying dragons.

  And sitting, flying in the sky

  With fire-breathing dragon,

  Right before the death of fighting.

  And what happened to user?


  He was with his companion,

  Reclines on a couch classroom,

  Ustelennym pure silk.

  A sysop something, the whole miserable

  Slowly trudges home.

  Cursing life such

  It penetrates into the kitchen,

  There takes a crust of bread.

  Washed down with sour kvass

  Eats all without remainder,

  And goes to bed at once,

  Dark dream torturing,

  That someday all of this,

  Turn into a horrible dream.