Банкомат ПУМБ

I started briskly - and did not disappoint: As a true postmodernist, Broke the canons, spit on everyone And briskly rolled down. But my stormy stream began to dry up. And what is the progress here, tell me When you yourself do not know what, - Isn't this a sign of a lie? And it became completely unclear who He told me from heaven - Not an angel, not a demon, - no, it's not that I behaved like a dunce myself. And I stopped smoking the plan, I did not want to draw it. Burn my only airplane Shine - if so shine! I know I won't have time to hug you all In a fit of filial love. But who knows ... love cannot be understood, Live, my bird, live!