My vsi vereduyem, shcho spravy pohani,
Shukayem vynnyh u tysyachi bid.
A pravda isnuye v Svyatomu Pysanni,
Vona ye nezminna vze tysyachi lit.
Ta kozen vvazaye, shcho ce ne dlya noho,
Stari zapovity: ne vbyi, ne vkrady.
A shcho nas chekaye bez pravdy, bez Boha?
Yedyna doroha – unyz do bidy.
Homosapiyens, de tvii slavnyi rozum?
Chy mozesh ty vidpovisty: shcho bodroho ty zrobyv?
Lyshen dlya solodkyh trapez tobi potriben ne mozok,
Dlya toho, shchob kistku hryzty, dostatno zubiv.
V zubah vsya syla – vona dopomoze,
Moralna problema: zlodiistvo – ne hrih.
Derzava navchyla – krady, poky mozez,
I my krademo u sebe samyh.
Ta my tak zvykly, do vsoho baiduzi,
Nema nam zakonu – chuzoho ne rush.
Odyn des krykne – spasit nashi dushi,
I tone v milionah nepravednyh dush.
Homosapiyens, homomoukrayinus,
Sohodni ty shche ne zlodii, ale ne vtrachai nadii.
Ty zavtra vkradesh na prymus,
Bo sovist teperka, to minus,
Skazut pro tebe v narodi – durnyi.
Koly na kolinah – vze nyzche ne vpasty,
Choho z nam zurytys, shcho my ye taki?
Mabut Ukrayina vid slova "ukrasty",
Ne varto i dyvytys u slovnyky.
Nemaye likiv vid toyi zarazy
Ta yih i ne stane na krasnyi nash rid,
My vsi ye kaliky kincevoyi fazy,
My kleptomany, im’ya nam "hnari".