Friday, April 21, 2006

Refrigerator poetry (at a party)

I see the insignificant disorder you have
You're about to humiliate yourself for the first time
depriving your thoughts in public
never rises to pronounce your ideas
but marinate your IQ in a personality
imagine these spinning freaks try to save the gene pool
again
I'll bet a few fries you're
happy with chaos.
usually

[29.6.05]

On a side note, I found myself wondering:
Music in a box, in a sphere.
Why are the ones who voice the problems of the world exalted above the ones who take it upon themselves to solve them?

No comments: