I’m afraid you’ve already learned too much That’s what you say.
You choose your words randomly (you don’t know me).
You are limited to the words “big” and
Remember how happy you were.
He, your friend, reminds you
I have no choice, I fell off the train
and landed in front of you.
Do you want to give a sanctuary to the refugee?
You have no time, visiting bordels
once a month, offering yourself.
What do you think you are, some philosopher? A murder after a denied
childhood is not really a murder,
You left home when you were fifteen
And the snow came early, maybe even
And you don’t differ a bush from the grape. The first snow is falling, and you’re appealing on conscience.
You restrain your emotions aloof and primitively.
Let’s go to bed.
The sheets need to be changed.
I have no choice.
I walk on the street with an exotic name.
I haven’t always lived here.
I see, they are making a new prison.
In this town the future is a pie with
cinnamon and grapes.
You have so white and limited
hands and you look pleased.
You masturbated last night and fell asleep. And you closed that metal view
I am in some state of a trance
typical for animals,
I told myself I must not
open myself too much.
And the State of things is betraying my favorite songs, the ones with values
The words must be separated differently, pull the curtain with your limited hand and put a period
WORTHY OF ADMIRATION.