Original Russian Poetry

You know I am a russian,
and you might hate my kind,
but bring a comfort cushion,
and I will make you blind.

I pour my russian wodka,
into your crystal pint,
then we can drink together,
and I will make you blind.

From all the other lands,
better stuff won’t be find,
then I take off my pants,
and that will make you blind.

Dimitri