Чистота

They are pure and innocent, like a figure out of clay,
And I feel the sand, the smell of mothballs.
Their bodies were intact, well, maybe to,
Their buds unrevealed, but smell strongly.
Children soap, the first juice,
Washing powder, deep desire.
Another couple of years and will learn to stand,
Females begin to suck, milking grow ...
Dirt, I see in their eyes,
I had noticed them excites fear.
Each time they get wet while standing in an elevator cancer,
I did not touch the buds, I'm taking over.
They need to understand that sex - not perfectly,
And drains two colors, brown and red.
Tears purify their eyes from dirt,
The path leads through purgatory to paradise gardens.
They cry, I wipe,
They wiped, I dress,
They dress, I light a cigarette,
They escape, I go next ...

Clean dirty, cleanliness crying,
Purity must be saved, not otherwise.
Cleanliness of innocence, but she grows up,
Clean breaks wicked serpent.

From simple family man is not blue-blooded
Not like ... basically anyone of the leaders
In a crowd of people as faceless and boring
On all sides in terms of the constitution of well-being
Pedantic, like the calm, even though
It does not matter ... went on, so that kidney stones
Gastritis, duodenal ulcer,
Poor eyesight is big points,
The pupils painted Karim, knows how to play the guitar,
Very erudite, two institutions of knowledge,
Candidate chemical. Sciences, a member of the hundreds of forums,
He served in the army, so do not laugh at the sight of the clowns
Who is the normal gray and already sick?
Why is such as it is, does not sleep at home at night?
Why briefcase and these banks in the kitchen?
I know him, and you're smart enough ...

Clean dirty, cleanliness crying,
Purity must be saved, not otherwise.
Cleanliness of innocence, but she grows up,
Clean breaks wicked serpent.