Cretin (tribute to Yu. Morozov)

It's a trip, it's a trip! High above the earth, the devil and the genius Built me a four-dimensional house. I sit by the window, fingering the stars— They're slippery, like human brains. I'm a cretin, it's a trip! I'm a prick, it's a trip! God punished me, people cursed me. I traded love for a rusty tambourine. I play it for the stray cats, And a raven lands on my hump, weeping. If no one gets in my way, I'll swipe something from the world again: Shadows of towers, an old pot... I'm going to get in the way. I'm a cretin, it's a trip! And I, and we, and you — all get a kick out of it!