Found by chance, the author is virtually anonymous, but this is what is called "lively"

Aleksandr
You sleep, sometimes, at work, killing the alarm with your fist.
The hunt for the lost socks begins.
And he is like a drunkard in the midst of a feast, like a dawn star,
It will go deep underground, with no signals or traces.
Shines uninvited tear - he was comfortable and good.
Let the rubber stretch, on the heels of the grid - and yet...
But, remembering about Fedor's hole, you will kindly slander: "Little...",
You will swear, and you will swear, and you will swear.
The clock is getting worse. By undermining your prestige,
You scream that you have a hostage, and you threaten to throw out the couple.
By getting rid of false pride, you bow in dusty corners.
And this shit, smiling, lies nearby,.
And, watching the process, he whispers maliciously: "You will know!
I shouldn’t have been hysterical before sex!"