My parents taught me
such good manners:
I always sleep with a tuxedo;
bow to women in dreams,
dance wonderful waltzes
and emphatically agree
with everything you say.
Such good manners
my parents taught me
that I even thanked my executioner
for chopping my head off:
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
I said sounding like a broken record
head rolling for days.
At the Russian border
someone had pity on me
and stopped my head from rolling
with his foot.
The person asked if I was a refugee
or some kind of a foreigner
but all I could say was thank you!
thank you! thank you!..