There are some letters
that moms and dads
of many brats
just can´t read
For example L, S, D, M, T...
Socialistic current affairs:
All the sky turned red
above Siberian tracks
Aurora and her cold heat
**** three times triple C and P
All what could possibly happen
Well that´s the letter B,
It stands for both bless and
bass on jail ,but mostly for the beer
Remember the C you  tried to ****?
Let´s see..in the same hole you can plug
every F for fail and misery
Only G will set you free from gravity
If you meet it greet it H, I
Why would you say N,O?
Nevermind, you who don´t know
I guess the O is taken
from the J, O, K, E bro
You are rude dude
Your head is vacant
Russian roulette´s  rigid rules
V,R,very viscious vagabunds
with triple X
on red necks
Well, well, well,
W, it´s up to you,
Sure,  We should give it a try
But Y?
Just for A´s?
That´s not my case
Even I fit will be only Q,U,i,Z

After nightmares about bats
hanging under the bed
He´s waking up
in the hug
of some vampire ****
Her teeth are freshly red
Can´t remember where they met
and how much he paid
Doesn´t know if he should
try to go or stay in bed instead
Her horrific sleepy smile
is his deadly trial
She murmurs script of the dreams
Snores softly and purrs like a cat
happily licks the canines of tiger
His blood silenced her big hunger
There´s nothing for him to wait
from this sleepmate ****** forever
When last red cell  will be spent
in few nights lasting fever
she will left his cold and pale lilly hand
Thoughts about touching her hair
her breasth and then all the rest
made his head temporarily mad
He kisses the lips that bring death
and it´s not so bad,
till the very bitter end.

The pieces of glass stucked in the eyes
One like a poisoned dart hurt the heart
With the brains on ice the boy is smart
Feels need to leave his green ground yard
So when the cold blonde calls he goes with her
Sure, there´s a girl who understands the spell
They´re almost lovers, or at least she cares
to save his pale face from the palace
Well, maybe all what she is jealous
cause Snow Queen is quite a chick
(but no trick would blush her cheeks)
The river told her he´s not dead
Has no oars, but floats the stream istead
All is getting worse,then she scents that
the rose grows upon the corpse
of crow where all are wearing crowns
She knows, she must follow its odour
Untill robers became sober
on the road that´s leading nowhere
fell five feet of pure white snow
Without fear she´s riding reindeer
through the field of polar geysers
through the woods of frozen firs
Then her tears so warm and bitter
like rain that brought the end of winter
are what should unfreeze her cold dear
Hot touches without the mittens
The part that has been never written
cause the children shall not hear
that love with no *** ain´t no real