1st Vs 3rd Die-Mention. Poem by Chrysostomos Tsiailis

Come, child, and feel yourself what we feel.
2007 in western civilisation. We have sports everyday: we compete who gets more coloured pieces of paper that wipe our sh..sh..don’t nag. We are fed properly, we are dressed properly, with the proper guidance, fed up for years with too much information, moving with our beloved vehicles to wherever we imagine on this giant neighbourhood, our eyes are fed up with everything, beauty is everywhere now. Each of us holds the world in our hands and rejoices just like you do, when you hold a piece of bread and a cup of milk. But we feel extremely bored.
Come, friend, but who is going to pay for your plane ticket? You could use Some coloured pieces of paper to mop your excitement.