They will make a human of true
by hanging in the kitchen a picture for you.
In the struggle with invented flaws
teachers and politians talk in laws.
Do you want to go to another planet?
Sorry they didn't buy you a ticket ballot.
Your desires are long ago known
an anchorman speaks them in the show.
You curse idiots for the broken strife
begging for a crumb of dependent life.
Having learnt the rules will you get tattooed?
after a long conversation with the Internet brood.
Stop it. That doesn't look like breeze.
They may have it all fine
and you have your old favorite shirt beneath.
Through terrains of road to yourself
Doors are closed, there are books on the shelf
Question truth imposed by others
The answer's in you and in the head of big brother
Born human
as a prize
you will swallow a sugarless candy of ice.
Doors
© Copyright: Катя Абросимова, 2014
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