An Evening With Dostoyevsky

On a low light evening, I went to an underground Moscow bar.
There, I met with a filthy, ruffled face in a dark corner.
A drunk gambler, but, what an amazing charisma!
I sat opposite to his table and an obnoxious smell welcome me.
I saw Russian damsels hovering around his prodigy. 
He murmured an introduction to a revolutionary manifesto.
It was about blue and white collar,
less oligarchy and more happiness.
He declared Putin a Rasputin, a failed "Superman".
"Keeping fellow men impoverished is crime,
that deserves punishment."
His murmur became thunderous, almost epileptic!
Next, a few concubines offered him their ample thirst.
Nothing distracted him at that point and he went on aloud.

I asked if we would become evil as we plotted against devil.
"greater good would follow", he thundered.
I shared with him my trajectory of "greater good"
by the length of mighty Brahmaputra river.
Two decades of deception and wile,
two decades of lost childhood!
There was prevarication of ideology and ideals. 
"Red October promise was a facade of socialism.
It was an orgy of oligarchy;
every gulab became gulag."

I asked,"Why is Pussy Riot Karamazov being punished?
A blasphemy or a veiled avenge of Rasputin?"
"Only a benevolent 'idiot' can save us.
Now, we wait for His arrival to wipe out our days of sin."
I said, "He may have already returned, but, He is crucified by-
Government, organized religions, liberals and conservatives."
Fanatics!