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If you liked it, please support the author with a like and a subscription (or even a repost). * * * * Everything is on point. Everything is fun, flowing and useful This road is as straight as a school corridor It is easy to be the first passenger in the belly of a car Having a single fiery engine instead of a heart We are carefully fastened with belts We are in no hurry. But if someone catches up with us, We will threaten them with the parking lights We will tighten our belts. If they give an order, we will step on the gas But if you want, go ahead and crawl through to the driver If your hands are itching, well, scare the crows, honk the horn And if you want to sing, it is better to do it in chorus Even if they cannot hear you, you are not Elton John or Kobzon There are traffic rules in which everything is silent And the spectrum consists of one warning color We will replace road signs with a chest badge And the ticket price will automatically decrease It is difficult on the road. Here and there a scoundrel will whine Like, dust and fog. Solid weeds and no end But everything is ahead. There is such a thing in this world That our scoundrels never dreamed of The paint on the left side of the steering wheel is rubbing off The shaggy rubber on the left wheels is burning But somewhere there is a fairy tale - a beautiful land Where we will reach, only the supply of gasoline runs out Judging by the map, there is only one road here Shaking on potholes - we endure with approval After all, this does not prevent us from having a glass of wine And thinking about women with deep satisfaction We understand that there is copper in gold But we have learned to look without taking our eyes off The road is straight. And, in general, it is too early to sing: "Conductor, press the brakes"