a piece of hardware,
a piece of software,
a printer,
a fax, fax it and tax it,
we all have a manufacture identity,
are we still
not being surprised with
made in china yet?
the jean cheap laborer identity?
the many consumer's identities?
the many thousand of years
'god's' preferred exceptional
best survivalist tribes?
we all are survivalist.
it is just
a lot of lies are needed
to maintain the game on.
one can only think
that what ever
you said to your kid
is a fucking lie?
let one's kid be free
to live and not be
a laborer,
a survivalist
doing a robot,
and android thing.
art then
is the complete
truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem