A strange monkey with no history
Is looking through the window
There it is
the past and the future
Both making not much sense
The monkey is laughing and crying at the same time
This year broke its spirit
Against the altar of artificial words
However, this strange monkey has been given a chance by fate
At night
At the train station
A poetry festival was held
Organized by a Balkan officer
The monkey brought his poem
And as a prize he received a
Golden Kalashnikov
With which it shoots down the stars
From the December sky
And the stars are piled up
Like a pyramid
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