what you see is a body
what is my existence but the gestures
of my hand, the sound of my syllables,
the sighs of my longings,
you have not seen yet the best of
who i am,
and the worst there is inside the
room where i also know how to play
the games of nasty kids, the art of
the malevolent, the cruelties of
the sadists, the pleasure of the
masochists,
outside everything is turning into a
serious business, all stuff, all dressed,
all purposeful, and the world knows this
and the world does not say anything
you are guided by the rules, you abide,
that is the way how to live, be silent,
follow, and be not destroyed unnecessarily,
o mature one, keep a blind eye to
visible wrongs,
keep sanity, follow, follow, follow...
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