Guy. Tamerlan Turgan

Guy

      Tamerlan Turgan

      © Tamerlan Turgan, 2024

      ISBN 978-5-0064-8029-2

      Created with Ridero smart publishing system

      Guy

      You invoked Us, have mercy!

      Grant a spouse, set mind at ease.

      Take your spouse, but behest I give.

      And obey her soul with no lending arm.

      Not thus only heard spoiling spouse of yours.

      Gain you now and then own rogue consort.

      Rogue consort is like of a wanton sort.

      Both she’s not hostile, and a mate she’s not.

      Screw up your courage, it’s no time to cry.

      Pull your mind up, make your foes be killed.

      Be not in a funk, God is with you still.

      Chase away, my man, own foe with will.

      Let an evil run, he must always run.

      Pull your mind up and suppress the crum.

      Do not spare all them, bogey to be burnt.

      That is why to you I give vow next.

      Burn up all of them, make your crosses burnt.

      Break away your canvas, canvas break in whole.

      Kick away all them not regretting force.

      Kick away all them from your own house.

      What for, my man, stand scratching here your head.

      Go away, my man, and ball all your girls.

      Go away, my man, and get lost your soul.

      Yet look up, my man, do not make hast now.

      Take a sit, my man, a mite on a stove.

      Learn and take them in two or three, more words.

      Say to me, my man: what the hell for all.

      Say to me, my man: well, bollocks to you.

      But look ye, my man, do not get off horse.

      Otherwise, my man, you blow own horse.

      So, look ye, my man, take care of it.

      If not you will not support any head.

      But look ye, my man, if again you’ll sleep.

      And all state, my man, you will blow in hip.

      And you will be tramped by some sheeny guys.

      And you won’t give shit at large, otherwise.

      Now, my dear man, do not diss your spouse.

      Just because you led to collapse state force.

      Just because you led to collapse a home.

      Just because you didn’t intent to stand on.

      Just because you loved to have long a rest.

      Just because you did not choose a bedstead.

      Just because you went away to the wood.

      Just because you fouled your pants under hood.

      But by now, my man, wind your right horse up!

      That is all, my man! no one see your cup.

      Any more, my man, take a sit a bit.

      After that, my man, get a lovely kick.

      Now what, my man, is not grief of yours.

      When you does not have your beloved horse.

      Yet your own grief can be seen by you.

      Any more, my man, you’re just for two.

      What for you got up if there is no foe.

      Why the foe is able to invade your home.

      When the foe so far has been on a stove.

      The foe keeps your spouse at his own cave.

      Yet you cannot see her footstep that’s last.

      Just because you are lonely since the past.

      Just because you did not whim to stand up.

      Just because you’re out getting into dorm.

      It is not a grief if you don’t have horse.

      Well, per contra, now there are a few mates.

      And by now you have own your affairs.

      Any more, my man, you will be for horse.

      Any more you stay and go forward there.

      Why you do not follow, you a kick will get.

      Take this, nicer man, get a spare slum.

      Any more, my man, you have this as well.

      Come in here, do, check all things therein.

      You don’t stay stone-still, do not, please, come in.

      But go just this way, you can open this.

      Any more, my man, you will suck at me.

      Suck, meanwhile, my man, and smack own lips.

      You are now a man, postgener, you.

      You are now like this as you are that day,

      Could not open up shop by any way.

      Just because you’re such a cocksucker.

      Just because you’re decaying err.

      Just because you did not oust a foe.

      Just because you blow all things thereupon.

      But at present time, you have boner up.

      Outside your window, glittering star, no doubt.

      Outside your window, peer up a bit.

      There is no a light on the eye with nimb.

      And you have by now horns you have, no eyes.

      Any more, my man, you will be for foes.

      Any more, my man, you will craunch a soil.

      Any more, my man, you will drink no oil.

      You will drink and shit hundred times on end.

      You will stand and shit when you keeping seat.

      You will shit and sleep.