Beauty headed to Brooklyn
on the N train
And I can't help but
noticing

Of course, I was waiting
for the R
But instead
boarded the same car

To look at legs
in form fitting jeans,
And try to make eye contact
  just once before she leaves ....

sarcasm demands
shared intimate history
for it to make sense

go
another waiting
for you

wait
another going
to you.

From Windows, let us part—farewell!
A spying plague, a living hell.
Their “updates” always bring distress—
For monsters, more info is less.

And gone’s the interface, so neat,
That “Seven” offered—truly sweet.
The user’s now a shadowed prey,
A “compromising” case to slay.

They’ll shape him into number six,
Through schemes and endless, sneaky tricks.
Such “updates” pave a wicked path:
Degradation, wrath by wrath.

And spying? Merely just a slice.
Dulling minds—that’s their device.
For beasts to rule and power claim,
While cowards live without a name.


In Russian:

Шпионская чума

От Винды как от винта!
Мразь шпионская достала:
"Измененья" неспроста —
Тварям 'инфы всегда мало.

И похерен интерфейс,
Что удобен был в "семёрке".
Юзер — надо сделать кейс
"Компромата", чтоб в шестёрку

Превратить его потом.
Вот такие измененья:
Чернь здесь делают скотом —
Неотступно РАЗЛОЖЕНЬЕ.

Слежка этого лишь часть —
Оглупленье самым главным:
ТВАРИ укрепляют власть
Над "народцем", сплошь бесславным.

The streets are frosty,
Blazing white with snow.
The academy has canceled testing,
Because a student has been afflicted with frostbite,
Icy sickness in his fingers.
Welcome to America,
You can go west and burn up,
Or stay to the east and freeze.