A Yevtushenko dashed off, just to mark an occasion poem:
Greetings My Friend!
Feeling forlorn in a life that’s untorn?
Are your emotions flatlining?
Your food tasteless while dining?
Do you have a Dad and/or Mum?
But the relationship’s not bum?
When you talk to others, do you walk away understood?
Are you a boy or a girl or not sure in this world?
Still, you’ve never had an issue?
Never or rarely in need of tissue?
Are you wondering why you stay in one spot?
Questioning where greener grass grows while yours seems to rot?
Nemesis, my friend.
Everyone needs one.
You know, something to beat,
rage against and defeat!
Oh of your luck, to happen upon me!
A complete free agent, born to circumstance.
A nemesis connoisseur;
I‘ve experienced a slew.
And would love to be nemesis for you!
My resume - more than show and tell
it displays variety as well.
the grandeur of my flighty foes:
Religion and gender and poverty and slights
from elementary school to all sort of professional fights!
Rejections from lovers, acquaintances, colleagues children, and friends,
But my point was not to write a list with no end...
I’ve had intimate sessions with aggressions
Designed by Micro and Mac
Ask those masquerading to "know" me
But really the culprits providing the whacks!
I've lost many battles, but tend to win wars.
It’s the journey my friend,
the end always bores!
But everyone loves you, damn-it: let’s cut to the chase.
I'm a nemesis for hire.
I’ve all you need to sire
a challenging move
And get some flavorful food!
As for your lack of of ambiguity
I'll target your mum -
And develop for you
A graphic-like model, epic Shakespearian feud
You know, the kind,
Only death soothes