Сложные стихи на английском

Dazzled by lightning, deafened by the Jupiter’s Thursday

Who strikes the globe like a goombay.

Cold-blooded we fall victims to a vehement osprey,

Incurring wrath out of the way,

Raging in its complete heyday.

It had a message to relay.

The wind, the rain, the waves made their communiquе

Then publicized the lousy thing without delay.

Guess I was just in time for quite an awful matinee.

They circled us and danced a dizzy roundelay.

“I’ll smash you down come what may.

You are all ruined anyway.

If have the gall to challenge a skilled military attachе,

Your ego must be puffed-up like soufflе.

You raise the roof, attract attention mocking winter driving a presumptuous cabriolet.

Combining what is incompatible you’ll get a pattern blatant on your macramе.

Our clash will open you a path through my archway.

“You’ve picked a ball quite thick and obstinate for your croquet”.

Your wicked quest, your words you should unsay,

Or you’ll find your afterlife blasе.

Your task is blind while claims are pure hearsay.

You shouldn’t have gotten underway.

Another wretched rot for me to slay.

You, humans, are so outrе.

Why walk along a carriageway?

Is it your common sense that takes an everlasting holiday?

Some utter foolishness is in your DNA.

You are coerced to walk in circles down an annular footway.

And in your search it’s your debacle that will make headway.

So you’ll sink down to the bottom like a large stingray.

One’s journey ends when passion hits a cay.

When there are no alignments on a ley.

When knowledge gained becomes passе.

When all the sweet dreams of the past become abhorrence of today.

Your judgement of deep-rooted matters by their surface is distrait.

Existence is a clever joke, all action is wordplay.

You’ve been in an unconscious haze from here till Tuesday.

Those dreams surreal under an impervious duvet…

I’d stake my life on it, you won’t make up leeway.

“Quit your ventriloquism, you, mangy popinjay.

I’m sick and tired of your deviant horseplay.

You are ubiquitous enough to know I’m not born yesterday.

But still you are a cripple who conveys ideas just the way they do it in a classical ballet.

Your biased notions are unable to perform even an amateur’s sashay.

I welcome detriment with my arms splay.

Of all the hails there hasn’t been a singular conge.

It greets me with evisceration while I face it with a “hey”.

No matter what the aftermath is, I’ll take it with “hurray!”

Its long accumulated fury finds an outlet through my spillway.

Is it the very evil that is shoaled in this venomous raceway?