...in our city we had young men,
May be in their twentieth, all of them,
Sitting near rusty playground, on the swing like kids.
Not always, once every few months.
They had food, wine, cars, giant cassette recorders,
Some had same size first cell phones.
Dressed in Adidas, gold chains, shot hair, probably going to gym.
Then they would disappear fora few months,
Return back in different cars.
At winter one had a wife and she was wearing real mink fur coat.
They were first mafia.
Scary stories on TV, radio.
Driving fast, but no one would stop them.
Hi, - one of them said,
Is that your father walking a pig?
We had a pig living with us for almost a year,
Supposed to be a New Year dinner,
After raising him for a while,
The pig had own bed and plate,
And before going to live at my uncle farm,
My father had to walk this pig twice a day.
What's new? They asked me sometimes,
Study good.
