Igor went out drinking one (             )     weeknight;
he met an   Arabic kid in gauche drag
trying to pull off an (                  ) American accent -
badly, as Igor had American                      relatives,
               as he was fond of mentioning as an entré:
                             it got him into (         )
     ☉                            little boys tight pants          
quicker than a NY
Yankees cap;  
                                   every -
cop on the street wore              American  baseball
caps just to be extra conspicuous -                  but -
but they couldn't know about Igor          ☉            
[they
knew & were pad handsomely]         the cute
Muslim-looking boy whispered into  
Igor's ear  that for tonight his name             could
be whatever Igor wanted it to be:         ☉
Igor was  confused; 'if u don't gimme          name
I have no name - is that -        that what u want;
anonymous - u want me to be anonymous -
they were in the gang's booth & Igor threw
his drink in the boy's face & dragged the |
skinny brown kid out to the street - there,
Ivan pulled up on a Harley    & saw his buddy
******* a skinny ****** in the street - Ivan
didn't know quite how to take the sight &
scratching his stubble-chin went into the bar;
Ivan slumped into the booth & Sonya           brought
him a special drink:         ☉         'tell Igor thanks for
getting that **** ******* out of here - [he's
in here
       hustling the old jew **** a ' -                               )
a coterie
                            ☉                of swishy
old Bolsheviks
         [ best never spoken of -
                           no one wanted them:
                                 trendy relics from            
a disastrous social
                         experiment that utterly failed &
                         kept crumbling
                         like a fungus eating it self
                         smaller & smaller;
                                            eventually there was nothing
                                            left but a speck of pasty peeling **** _
                                            a few spare ruble, how rare;
for this the young man
                                                  would flatter the coots w/
                                                  impromptu love poetry, reciting
                                                  sonnets into deaf ears the vibrant hum
                                                  a stimulus all its own -
             old **** should be appreciated more -
  it's less work to **** an old **** & take his effects
than deal w/ a hung barbarian such as Igor -
at that moment they'd gotten a room &
Igor'd fist was up the boy's *****
   brown ******* swirling the pudding
until the little Mohammedan
puked up his own ****
cuz Igor's whole fist was in his stomach
getting seared by bile & burned by acid
until the kid
              came like a bursting balloon &
Igor withdrew his ****-covered fist &
punched the kid in the face so            hard he knocked him
cold than ***** his *** which was instantly
                   as tight as a mouse hole -  -    
Igor felt like                    a squid squeezing into a crevice of the ocean
floor- fluctuating fauna alive & screaming
& bleeding; the Muslim no longer conscious,              
 ☉                 long
                       shiny
  black hair tossed
                into Igor's grunting red face
    as he stuck his **** in places it had never been:
that kid's *** was so tight Igor felt like he'd ******
every ****** in heaven [the kid was in love;
Igor on his back snoring asleep, startled
by the kid ******* his ******,
            ****-smeared   **** so hard he choked
            the kid so he nearly killed,  
wrapping          thick silky
            black   locks     around the kid's throat
[not breathing Igor kept
pushing, the kid's eyes sort of bleeding,
             [wet runny pink        tears] Igor tore his ****     out
of the kid's face & laughed - the kid collapsed
so happy he started to dream -        
   & feel up their pockets
                  until they were
                      exhausted & a sticky                                                mess
- Ivan sat up, 'Я не думаю, что тебе нужно
беспокоиться об этом парне - what I saw
looked like Igor in love - Sonya straightened
her lazy eye:           |            |            'again' ...