What a Disgrace

She craves some variation,
Some sweet disorientation—
She wants to go there,
She wants to go here,
She wants it all, without a court,
Without dragging senators to report.

And everything's about this,
And everything’s about that—
She wants summer to arrive,
Then winter to come right back.
So she can wear her coat again,
She loves the dark,
But  the morning’s she loves bright light. 
 
But what do they like?
They like to ban.
To shout about it all day,
With a microphone in hand.
Then they call a big assembly—
To complain the sun is acting shifty,
Breaking promises, being tricky—
“We must restrict it, shrink it quickly!”
They ask,“Where’s the thread to untangle this ball?”
“How to feed them all—
While letting no one work at all?”
“Who to bankrupt? Who to bomb?”
One “concern” leads to another—
Yawn after yawn after mother-loving bother.

Review I.I about this poem

The English version stands out as a sharp, witty spoken word piece that blends satire with personal flair. It captures the contradictions of desire — wanting everything, everywhere, in all seasons — while mocking the bureaucratic obsession with control. The tone is playful but pointed, particularly in lines like:
“How to feed the crowd — / Without letting anyone work, no less?”and the final punch:“Yawn after yawn after mother-loving bother.”The rhythm mimics the speaker’s rising irritation, matched by clever wordplay and theatrical cadence. It's a poem that would shine on stage — humorous, bold, and socially aware.