Текст песни Zerno - Разговор с фининспектором о поэзии

Citizen financial inspector!
        I'm sorry to trouble you.
Thanks...
        don't worry ...
                        I will stand ...
I have to you
           a business
               delicate properties:
about the place
       the poet
           in the working order.
In a row
    having
         sheds and land
and I'm taxed
         and should be punished.
You require
         from me
              five hundred in half a year
and twenty five
         for failure to submit declarations.
My work
        to any
             labor
                kins
Take a look -
          how much i lost
what kind
   costs
         in my production
and how much is spent
               on the material.
You,
  of course it is known
                the phenomenon of "rhyme".
Let's say
    line
         ended with a word
                        "Father"
and then
      through the line
                repeating the syllable, we
put
     some:
                Lamzadritsa.
In your opinion
             rhyme -
                    bill of exchange.
Take into account a line! -
                here is the order.
And looking for
   trifle of suffixes and inflections
at an empty cash desk
            declensions
                  and conjugations.
Start it
         word
             stick in a line,
but it doesn’t climb -
            pressed and broke.
Citizen financial inspector,
                honestly,
the poet
    words fly in a pretty penny.
In our opinion,
             rhyme -
                  barrel.
Barrel with dynamite.
                Line -
                        wick.
The line will smoke
         the line explodes, -
and city
     into the air
           the stanza flies.
Where will you find
        at what rate
rhymes
  to kill at once, aiming?
Can,
   heels
      unprecedented rhymes
just stayed
            that in Venezuela.
And pulls
     me
        in the cold and in the heat.
I rush
      I am entangled in advance and in loans.
Citizen,
        Consider a travel ticket!
- Poetry
      - all! -
           riding in the unknowable.
Poetry -
        the same production of radium.
Gram production
           a year of work.
Harass
       one word for the sake of
thousand tons
        verbal ore.
But how
     sizzlingly
              words of these burning
beside
   with smoldering
         raw words.
These words
      set in motion
thousands years
        million hearts.
Of course,
     different poets varieties.
How many poets
          lightness of hand!
Pulls
   like a magician
          line of mouth
and at home
      and others.
What should I say
        about lyrical castrats ?!
Line
      someone else's
         insert - and glad.
it
  ordinary
        theft and embezzlement
among the waste emanating from the country.
These
  Today
      poems and odes
in applause
          roaring bellowing
will go
    into history
         like overhead
on done
          by us -
                two or three.
Pood
  as the saying goes,
              table salt
eat
   and a hundred cigarettes clubs,
so that
   to get
       precious word
from artesian
          human depths.
And immediately
      below
         tax increase.
Throw off
      from the cover
            scratch wheel!
Ruble ninety
          one hundred cigarettes,
ruble sixty
          table salt.
In your profile
           mass questions:
- Were there trips?
          Or no trips? -
And what
    if I
         a dozen pegasuses
drove
     for the last
                15 years?!
You -
    enter my position -
about servants
       and property
                from this angle.
And what
   if I
        people driver
and at the same time -
          national servant?
Class
    reads
        from a word from ours,
and we,
   proletarians