Dear Program/Show! On Saturday, nearly crying, The whole asylum was rushing to the Television Instead of eating, showering, shooting up and passing out, The whole Mental Institution gathered at the (tv) set Thus spoke, wringing his hands, that windbag and tall taler Of the helplessness of science ífore the mysteries of bermuda All our brains have long been shattered, all our wrinkles knotted up And the madhouse management are shooting us up a second time Dear Editor! Maybe better do a show about that reactor instead? Or, how about the favorite moon tractor? Come now, canít for a year in a row already Keep scaring us with saucers - "well look now, how rudely they fly about!" Or your dogs are barking, or ancient ruins start to speak. Weíve learned a thing or two, you know; weíve been smashing saucers all year long, Weíve even eaten dog off them, if the chef is to be trusted As for the piles of meds - we flush them down the toilet, those with any sense, What a life! And out of nowhere - the Bermudas; Here ya go! Donít give me that! We didnít raise a ruckus - we didnít yet have leadership. Thereís not a lot of truly rebellious ones - and so no leaders But for ruses and nonsense, weíll counter with our own And the enemiesí evil tricks wonít spoil our lunches! It was their scrawny demons that Bermud-ied up the water, It was all conceived by Churchill in the 18th year Of Explosions and of fires we came up with stories to send to TASS Then rushed in the Paramedics and affixed us firm in place Those who were especially aggressive were tied to the backs of bedframes In his own foam writhed a paranoiac, like a witcher on Sabbath: "Untie the towels, you infidels, and heretics, We feel Bermudness in our Hearts and a Bermuddie taints our soul!" Forty souls, take turns at wailing, they burn white hot Thatís how disturbing all this triangular business is! All of them almost lost their minds, even those who had already, And then head Dr. Margulis banned television Here he is, the snake, like a lighthouse in the window, Hiding the plug behind his back. He gave a signal to someone, meaning, the paramedicíll rip the cord. And all that was left for us was to get injected, and to sink to the bottom of the well, And to get lost there, at the bottom - Like in Bermuda - forever. But tomorrow the kids will ask, On their daily morning visit: "Dads, what did these PhD candidates say?" Weíll tell our offspring the truth, theyíre not totally uncaring: The wonderful is right in front of us, but it is forbidden! And thereís Rudy "the dentist"; Heís got a Gruendig reciever . He twists and yanks the knobs all night, catches waves of Contras! Of West Germany! He used to be a clothes dealer there, and his sanity had drifted, And came to us in acute anxiety and worry, With indigestion and a number on his toe. He ran to us, acutely worried, and stunned us with a message, Supposedly our research vessel in the Triangle got caught Perished, having wasted all the fuel, nay, disintegrated down to bits But two of our insane brothers got picked up by fishermen. Those, surviving the cataclysm, exist in pessimism Yesterday in a Glass prism they were shipped to our asylum. And one of them - the mechanic - told us, having escaped from nurses That the Bermuda "polyhedron" - is the planetís exposed navel. "What happened there? How did you survive?" everyone nagged him. But the mechanic just kept shaking and lighting up Cigarette Butts Now he cries, now he laughs, now he prickles like a hedgehog What a tease, heís made a mockery of us. Well, heís a madman, what can you do? Winding up, a former alcoholic, profane and seditious, Says: "We need to drink the triangle, split it in three, come on!" All excited, he keeps dropping: "The triangle shall be drunk. Be it a parallelepiped, be it round... damn atomic louse!" Painfully they beat us right in our souls "Voices" from a thousand miles. In vain we donít deafen/knock out America Oy, in vain we donít squeeze Israel: With all their antagonistic nature They undermine and harm - They feed and water us with Bermutness About that mystical square! Lecturers from the program (Those, who either way Speak of lack of luck And agitate the people), Take us, condemned, - The Triangle will turn you, educated, Back into the mindless, And yet, us - the other way around. It may be a mad idea, donít solve such things in haste! Please write back as soon as possible via head physician Sincerely yours. Date, signature.... Answer, or else, If we donít get an answer we shall write the lottery
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