Politic is dead

I'll greet with fiber, "moy sosed", 
It's good for cutting bullshit, cutting edge.
Sincerity, the policy, the truth
A life presented in acidic state,
Republics are no longer, they are dead.
It's hard to 1989, so sudden, so direct.
But not like any TVset, my grandpa Ernest 
My dear friend, I'm changing subjects,
I'm changing friends, you'll see me talking, 
And right and left, but only dominant
With confidence, with fret,
With poly-Eastern European debt I'll vote as just a demon-cratic vet.