random restaurant bullshit
The drunken Russians
at the next table
are out on a date.
They're old and they're ugly.
They roll all their Rs and
they don't speak the crooked
ratatouille of the Jewish.
The man, he proclaims then to no one
partic'lar: «Я иммигрант русский!»1
She covers her mouth then
and shouts at her neighbours:
«Ты, видишь, в шестом,
а я в четвёртом...2 ...чё, я вообще там
про них забыла».3
«Я вся вон такая
с корабля там вышла».4
Her husband retorts then:
«...или они тебя по голове
ударили?5 ...да, спасибо,
хорошую идею дала.»6
«...вместо до́ма престарелых.»7
In turn someone thought then: "I love
this photo. In frame I will put it."
Angry young Russian drinks down his bourbon.
He too is ugly; he too is burdened.
By all the random restaurant bullshit.
1 "I—immigrant Russian!"
2 "You see, you're in sixth, / and I in fourth one..."
3 "...wha', I have tot'lly / of them forgotten."
4 "I'm really like all that / off the boat went down there."
5 "...or have they then hit you hard on the head / with so much force?"
6 "Why, yes, thank you / a grand idea you've given me."
7 "...in place of the home of elders."