Art is free
it serves to bore and annoy people
in order to
entertain that which was
before us
it won't come to an end
it stills life
freeze framing it
to the realms that exist
within each person
Did you get what you paid for?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pessimistic and dryly unflavored words; i don't know. i think i might hate them. ~