Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance

[piggymouse]

Я вас всех ещё заебу своим котом Штрупсиком! ©

I take my hat: how can I make a cowardly amends	
For what she has said to me?
You will see me any morning in the park	
Reading the comics and the sporting page.	
Particularly I remark	
An English countess goes upon the stage.	
A Greek was murdered at a Polish dance,
Another bank defaulter has confessed.	
I keep my countenance,	
I remain self-possessed	
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired	
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden	
Recalling things that other people have desired.	
Are these ideas right or wrong?