Mannequins

God, how tired these gags, cliches and clones are! And your skin is squeezed into a niche, like a puzzle. I will taunt you until the powerful squeals of templates, I try to give you the date and name. And in any niche it’s crowded, on any kind of slats it’s boring, Under all sorts of names it’s narrow and subjective. Behind the borders of the skin is the miracle of the Lord, And the earthly people are not hungry for anything! Just like who is being bullied by your rebellious sedition, Freedom to supply food without compromise And tell the truth out loud, whoever I wouldn’t inject, The truth is that this is true - it’s new and early. And how can you not develop counter-attacks? And you will have to take care of your skin and groom it. Nowadays you will call less for those respects, This activity hurts more than ever for comments and chats. Because whatever uniform embodies identity, And if monotony rots individuality, Banality irrevocably destroys specialness. Facelessness from the skin comes from mentality. One beautiful wound will throw you onto the counter, The product was evaluated and put up for sale. If you want to grab the tag, you’ll immediately eat the stick, And you will stand in the required position, wearing the required clothes. So how is it to live in the world, are people like mannequins? In its glossy appearance there is no pain, no euphoria. Glamorous kennies come to Barbie's cardboard room, The smiles are rosy, the eyes are burnt out. And just stand in the windows, combed, unbroken, They repeat after the leaders the high spiritual extinguishments. The souls of the plastic crystals were cursed, The sap has dried up, the lamp of the idea has gone out... You walk among them, you wake up, you wave in front of the faces, You are amazed at their eyes, directed here at you, And you think: how are people going to live forever? What if you can’t see the sky above you? Drink, do not waste your respect, prayer is your rich bread. Stand wisely between the powerful being and them. You just don’t know how to love these mannequins yet To tear apart the brave people, to kill them while still alive...