Ishak's Corner!!!




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Here's some wonderful poetry by Ishak:




Bulichev i Ment

U zabora ment stoit, huy na ruku lozhit.

Emu dyadya govorit, chto ti dy'avol hochesh.

Emu ment shtani sodral, i nagnis' emu skazal, I chlen emu zagnal.

V toch' kak snaiper molodetz, bivshey armii boetz.

I davay evo ebat', i huynyu nasvistivat'.

A muzhik tot Bulichev, terpit on chto hochesh.

Ment dostal chlen i v rot -- pososi horoshiy.

Bulichev v govne chlen stal sosat' kak pioner.

I v govne ves' rot evo, i vonyaet horosho.

I struya mentova ta, parnu v glandi zatekla.

On plevalsya ot mochi, tolko na huye sverchki.

Ment parnishku otpustil, on domoy prihodit.

Vdrug otetz evo sprosil, gde ti padlo hodish.

Bulichev emu skazal, eto ment menya ebal.

Papa sil'no rassmeyalsya, i davay evo pinat', i pod uho napevat'.

Ti zachem stoyal rachkom, potniy gomik i narkom.

I nahal i pidaras -- mama vib'et tebe glaz.

A poka idi pospi, huy rukoyu podrochi.

I ne plach', litzo umoy -- ya ved' tozhe goluboy.

Saltz v lesu

Lesom temnim Saltz idet, goluboy bika ebet.

Saltz k ubludku podbezhal, i emu in tak skazal:

Ti chevo ebesh bika, huy bol'shoy do potolka.

U menya konetz bol'shoy, ya zhe tozhe goluboy.

Goluboy bika ostavil i Saltza sosat' zastavil.

S udovol'stviem Saltz vzyal, i zalupu otsosal.

I konchina potekla, zalepila vse glaza.

Saltz ne videt i krichit: Ya ne vizhu gde stoit.

Goluboy na ozhup' vzyal, emu v zhopu zapihal.

I davay evo ebat', zhopu vlevo nadrivat'.

Saltz ot boli rasserdilsya i biku v zalupu vpilsya.

Bik nahal'stva ne sterpel, i huyem evo ogrel.

Ot udara po eblu, Saltz skonchalsya naa hodu.

I teper' holodniy trup tiho pukaet ne v duh.

Goluboy evo podnyal, yaytza Saltzu oborval.

S'el i spermoyu zapil, i dovolen nekrofil.

Detsad

Rano utrom v dedsadu, Saltz zapisyal vsyu nogu.

I noga mochey vonyala, Saltza pisya silno vstala.

I sprosil evo muzhik: U tebya chlen bolit?

Saltz konechno rasteryalsya, ves' vspotel no ne priznalsya.

Muzhiku vse pohuy bilo, tol'ko Saltz podnyal tam milo.

I muzhik emu vsadil, cherez zhopu nos razril.

Saltz ot boli zavizhal, i na spinu nakonchal.

A muzhik tot Grisha bil, Saltzu on v nozdryu drochil.

Konchil on. Konchina ta, Saltzu v glotku zatekla.

Saltz ot vkusa ohuyel, i kak nuzhno zapotel.

Zapotelo vse litzo, stal pohozh on na gavno.

I litzo opuhlo vse, eto strashno no smeshno.

I k vrachu nash Saltz prishel, ele vrach litzo nashel.

Tol'ko nos evo zaplil, eto huy evo stochil.

Grisha sil'no tam krutilsya, nad litzom evo trudilsya.

Vrach parnishke govorit: U tebya nozdrya bolit?

Saltz skazal: Uzhe privik, huy sognulsya kak starik.

Vrach nad nim poizdevalsya, huy stochil i rassmeyalsya.

I poslal evo tuda, tam gde dikaya pizda.

Saltz poshel. No ne doshel -- na doroge huy nashel.

Sebe v zhopu zapihal, i kontzi v kustah otdal.

By popular request:

Grisha i Trup

Zhil bil Grisha nekrofil, i v grobu lyudey kadril.

Trupu v popu on suyet, gnil' po yaytzam tam techet.

Grisha dumayet shto med.

Vidit Grisha trup lezhit, i tugoy evo torchit.

On na trupa naletel, i holodnoye duplo razorval emu legko.

I ot radosti takoy, Grisha vidrochil rukoy.

I konchina idet gradom kak s bolshovo vodopada.

Sladko Grisha ulibalsya, i nad trupom izdevalsya.

Vdrug u trupa vstal konetz, sladkiy potniy ledenetz.

Grisha stal konetz sosat', i konchinoy zapivat'.

V glandu trupu on vonzil, i konetz svoy zatupil.

Gemorroyniy potniy trup vozbudilsya slishkom vdrug.

Grisha trupovi soski zavyazal na uzelki.

Grishi ebanaya liba razklepala trupu rilo.

Popu Grisha trupa vzyal, yazikom ee vspahal.

I iz popi glist bol'shoy, Grishin huy zhuyet krivoy.

V Grishin huy tot glist zalez, kak vselilsya strashniy bes.

Grishu eto zamanalo, on nabil glistu ebalo.

Razplastal glista po stenke, ot nevo ostalas' penka.

Stal on penku tu lizat', i pro mamu vspominat'.

Kak glistov ona davila, i Grigoriya kormila.

Appetit evo probral, i domoy on pobezhal.

Mama tam s pohlebkoy zhdet, navarila gnoyniy pot.

I ponosnoye povidlo na pohlebke toy ne vidno.

Grisha tu pohlebku vzyal, skushal i konzti otdal.

 

 

 

 

 

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