Don’t put your head on my lap,
My languorous secretless Sphinx –
Your brain has been
Through the mincing machine
Of ‘The Lord of the Rings’.
You are well fed
With the ready meals for the soul,
They’ve carefully selected for you
The ingredients of religion,
So you could enjoy,
Day by day, drop by drop,
The real organic poison.
You are intoxicated with kindness,
With the policy of Mc Donalds –
Every day from a paper box
You are eating your dose.
Everyday suicide –
The road to unification,
To a person without gender,
With blind faith
In total well-being.
You are cruel as the charity;
I am pitiless as the love;
Neither Harry nor Ghandi,
Just the poetry of the action,
Even if sometimes on a bridge
You think – may be, better like this?..