Sneg ne bolshoi
Never trust the weathermen For they are just as worse as the live reporters With their stealth helicopter tactics and elaborate makeup dramatics Destined to capture a shock, devastation or tragedy. They play with a hope of seeking relief For the boy wishes for a small parole from his prison But the guy in the recliner shouts to the boy while throwing a Beer can at the television, “If only you knew what the outside is like” Never trust the educators. (Well, that’s probably being too harsh) But realize that being in loco parentis means taking a responsibility To raise all the children to know the world and prove to statisticians That you are worthy of the collegiate faculty’s attention (even if it’s for a half-hour) Never trust the magistrates For their radio units disconnects the line of communication, Alientating the student body and lures them to the dark cave that we Try to make them avoid at all cost. (But then again, knowledge of the shadows leads to the appreciation of the light) Never trust the left wing of the spectral eagle of politics. Monsieur le Roi non Soleil separates you from the rest of the pack For a reason. You are noble yet the logical process to you is a foreign language (belonging to those whom you wish to purge in your utopian gulag) Take a note if you wish: unless you have something beautiful and practical to say, Shut up. Never trust the people you knew in elementary school Especially those who think mudslinging is a legitimate form of debate. And above all, never trust those who say, “the end is near.” For we know that the end would be coming ever since the fall of Jerusalem And we are still here, counting the days and checking the security systems to prevent the thief of the night from taking away our possessions.
Date of First Draft: 16 March 2001
Annotations: The title is Russian for "Snow, but not much" and stems from Charles Haus' Comparative Politics textbook