Beer and Socialism

He drinks drunk.
I bowed to the willow.
Vulkanayutsya circles,
foam ash.
Above the circles
inscription:
"Cancers
and beer

plant name

Bebel

".

Good joke!
Thats not bad!
One is insulting
to pain in the liver,
that Bebel is not there -
does not see the old,
what is he
we have
famous
and immortalized.
Within Temptation
future
drunken accidents
you
showed to children,
so that everyone will:

  • Here's the
    king uncrowned
    liquid bavarians,
    famous
    Marxist-pivnik. -
    One more year
    will be
    time is licked -
    will dissipate
    about Bebel
    biographical foes.
    For you, they say,
    Bebel -

"Woman and Socialism"

,

but for us -
beer and crawfish.
Wives
working
at a near plant
already
about husbands
they say:

  • Herods!
    with Bebel leading a friendship.
    To this end
    Bebel
    was empty! -
    In the mud,
    as a better
    from the bed-room furniture,
    human
    lay down
    under the houses of the forest, -
    and already
    do not talk about him -
    "On-zyu-zyu-kalis"
    but they say -
    "On-the-be-be-lilsya."
    Another
    vodka
    Engels' name,
    under
    named Lassalle pancakes, -
    and Marx
    would not have thought up
    better share!
    What are you, comrades,
    beige-white
    overeaten,
    whether?
    Comrade,
    in the brains
    the request is vyched,
    yes so,
    so as not to wear off,
    and a century awaiting:
    give up the habit
    (stupid habit!) -
    drag in
    to all
    the name of the leader.
    I think,
    that the inscription
    permanently save:
    on such brains
    she is -
    as on granite.
    1927

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