I am convinced as never in life,
That in my healthy organism -
Is a wormhole.
Maybe my useless organ - the pleura,
Maybe there are many, -
But I lie in the ward for neuro-
I betray, which was kept secret,
But - probably,
Our population consists of two thirds of
Hurrah! I found it - here is the first indication,
That I discovered:
Those who drink - have solid nerves
Instead of a liver.
You are dried up and incomparable scraggy,
Like a mummy, -
You know, that your nerves are bare
Up to madness.
If you abuse even the gentle ones
Or quarrel -
You know, that those people are mentally ill, -
Oh, harm them!